i take a
green glass from her house.
a wine glass.
Lynnie's.
she won't miss
it.
and when
i visit my
father's empty apartment
after
death calls,
i take a green
ashtray
home with me.
i wash out
the ashes and
set it on the kitchen
sill
along with the green
glass
dish
which once held my
mother's rings.
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