I saw Sandy walking in my garden.
About a month ago.
I just saw him walking in the garden.
He gave me a smile. I think.
He looked so good. Young.
He was walking in the garden.
Under my kitchen window.
He was a wonderful child.
He looked younger.
My poem
Like my life
Descends
In line
From
My grandmother
Recalling
A vision
Not a dream
She says
Of her son
My uncle
Now
Four years dead
Walking
In her garden
I write
Her words
On this napkin
Curious
Where it
--Poetry--
Begins
Or ends
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