My Father/Methane Snow
I remember the scent of my father,
the smoke from his cigarettes
embedded in the leather band of his Timex watch,
the smell of morphine and cancer as he died
at the Soldiers and Sailors home in Quincy, Illinois.
I was thinking of the soul.
That methane star snowflake
pelting down from the cosmos,
landing in Chicago on a muggy day in June.
"My Father" was also chosen for publication in The Best of Vine Leaves Literary Journal 2014.