with a gardenia
in your laborer’s hand
you placed the flower
upon her feet
from way behind in the
cool church i went to
think about my
troubles with DMV
a broken AC
a splintered hair
you bowed your head
to reach into a
thread bare breast pocket
and in between your
crackled thumb and
arthritic finger
emerged a picture
of your bye-gone
grand daughter
the miracle of faith
leapt in my heart