Particles

The night advanced in floating particles

Of tiny flowers that would fall at sun rise.

Her memories floated as light particles

Of sun dust on the earth’s fallen flowers.

We offer rice particles to keep her alive

In our bellies, our throats, dusty minds.

(On the fourth death anniversary of my mother)

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