Remembrance
by Robert Evory

     
    Behind us the old apple orchard mostly gone,
    turned into a park. The café windows are shutting
    themselves. The motorcyclists are in town to use the dirt track,
    they are like a stirring of bees. It is autumn so the souls of those
    who have passed have been invited back into homes.
    
    A meal is ready. Many have searched their whole lives
    for the tree of dawn but it is hidden too well in the ocean.
    I only meet my ancestors in divinity and in unfinished basements.
    My home is unholy brick. Children will sweep the floors and boil
    
    the dirt once the dead have left. I have never been one to count
    my years, to count my father’s. I suppose I am waiting for it.
    I do not see it. I have seen more stars explode. I align
    more closely with the folklore of social media. Instead of inviting
    the dead in, we receive reminders it is their birthday.
    
Packingtown Review – Vol. 18, Fall 2022

Currently, Robert Evory is the Coordinator of Academic Affairs at Klamath Community College. His poetry is featured in Georgia Review, Massachusetts Review, Permafrost, Natural Bridge, Nashville Review, Wisconsin Review, The Madison Review, Water~Stone Review, and elsewhere. https://thepoetsbillow.org/

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