GLISTEN
Cobblestones on a rainy night,
glistening, thanks
to the street lights ….
Eyes in a church on a Saturday morning …
glistening …. as I
listened to the eulogy
for my dad - realizing he was much more
than I realized. He was bread, broken for me -
soft, struggling, baked - but never a cobblestone,
but now I know he’ll be a glistening tombstone
in a rainy cemetery - next to my mom - with sleek
green grass climbing up the edges of the stone.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
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