Anne Marie Wells Portrait, 2020 our father sits / on my shelf a portrait on a prayer card between two paper weight giraffes / gilded memories of a trip to the zoo a younger version of himself once took with his two daughters / one lies curled on its side looking up into our father’s face / the other stands / neck curved / bowed like the heads of the dead sunflowers that haven’t been thrown away / hunched sentinel behind him / with their furled petals weeping in silence one after the other
SIXFOLD POETRY WINTER 2021
Anne Marie Wells
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