Auspice 33
Titmice on moss, soft
as cotton
wool, shroud
the cat’s tiny bones.
Our grandfather tells us to drink a tablespoon
of vinegar
every morning. We bury the bulbs before the frost,
as instructed.
The night he dies, a Christmas
flower
blooms inside the pantry.
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