This poem appears in my book Vexed Questions:
Bridal wreath – what does that flower look like?
Like tiny roses glittering
in full sunlight,
fluffy in the breeze on its thin branches.
In the yard of the house in Morstein,
maiden aunts and ancient grandmother,
bush bared by my cousin and I-
white petals scattered over green lawn
litter glitter on green.
house in Morstein gone, aunts gone, grandma gone,
Bridal Wreath blooms on the lawn
at the old folks home where
my father, now electrified with Alzheimer’s,
crying, recites Kilmer’s “Trees”
Poems are made by fools like me…
Leave the given
in order to imagine