This year, Daddy,
I make no journey
to a stone
to place blossoms
above bones.
Rather I send you words
in the wind
to shake the sleeping world
and pull loneliness
out of the shattered ruins.
Your reply flies by
in the form of a blue jay
against the sky
and settles in the stretch
of my cat's paws
across this motionless day,
moving it into a rhythm
of love remembered.
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