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Three Red Roses
As the autumnal sun sinks below this Sunday's keeping, We both lift a red rose from the spray Surmounting the soil slowly settling over my mother's plot.
It's amazing that most of these efflorescences Have stayed so vibrant, for the past eleven days. How can such fragile designs find such peace of mind?
We place our roses — my mother's favorite flower — Atop the gravestone bearing the name Brodsky, Say our soft praises, "I love you"s, closing shaloms.
Before we let go of recently reunited husband and wife, I extract one more emblem of Charlotte, to keep at home, Hoping it will outlive the remainder of my days.
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