Remember
Cindy Flux
Before
the sun filters
His stare through
The infested olive trees,
She lights candles
In each room. Later,
I extend
a taper and ignite
Tea lights, think
Of my grandparents.
Tell me,
who would run over a lizard?
One-by-one
the pigeons flew
In an arc and left one
Behind.
This looks like a woven
God’s eye beside an altar
Of remembrance.