Highway to Nada
The Erie Street Cemetery dips and rises —
less than a mile, as the crow flies,
from Dymphna’s Shrine.
Calzada’s stone: a four-foot granite cross
near the east fence. Old coffee can,
a couple dried-up daisies.
Fallecio El Dia 11 de Julio 1937,
Calzada, highway to Nada.
My dad was thirty-seven
that year, too.
Who brought the daisies?
Union records say Calzada’s wife
is dead, no children.
I still want daisies
for my father. No, I want roses,
accolades of roses.
Sue D. Burton | Notes
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