Clock (insp by Salvador Dali “The Persistence of Memory”)

The season's vulnerability
Giving in 
In innocent ways

Peeling skin
Reveals red ribbons
Networks of cross stitches
Bleeding, scabbing over
Begin again

This snow soaks it in
And round plums ripened

Oh, my no peanut butter during the war, Catholic school grandfather
My orange juice pouring, snarky commenting, desperate patriarch who nods his head without refrain

Caught in the curve of entwined fingers
behind your back
Are where promises
find themselves suffocated

These are what you have for me
You have brought fruit
and you have gathered flowers
whose petals vow your devotion