Poetry No. 48 – Tony Press

Colma Walk We walked by the graveyard today Father’s Day And saw a group of five, sitting on the grass, On blankets, and wrapped, too, in blankets, this breezy Sunday. Each person sitting within three or four yards of the same tombstone We continued walking Father’s Day The five appeared, though we could not say for certain Appeared to be a family Perhaps a mother … Continue reading Poetry No. 48 – Tony Press