I go
looking for
myself
and find
my father
wandering ahead
in autumn woods
camara dangling
His mother
standing
under trailing roses
in a dress
that blooms
with yellow flowers
My mother's mother
who would forgo
a cool shower
to water her roses
wilting
in summer heat
Here
Under the blue sky
I feel them all
our mutual love
for the earth
welling in my throat
and I am
myself
again
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