Imagine an image of our inexplicable father, one
of only 100 copies of individual ancestral leaf
-like memories left in our memory bank excluding
those of our lost dead, headstones not
bought yet, forget
...forgot...forgotten...
like the broom and dustpan left
on the side-walk after the sweeping
of the leaf-like leaves as you forget
remembering the process to its end,
or the boy, youself, long
since broomed away.
