- A small worn flag marks the place
a granite slab, polished;
yet on my face , I know it well
its somewhere between a dimming sun.
- On Mother's Day, a son
whose crumpled body froze on foreign ground
Its only hearsay the X-rays match,
nevertheless, I come.
- My son, once with infant skin
smelled of talc and fresh night clothes ...
- May's shade is so deceiving
water runs down my face, my neck