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Red Carnations<\/strong><\/p>\n Your dad died three years ago. Beside your dad\u2019s place, watch us, often eat the flowers. In the morning, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kenneth Pobo<\/strong> had a book out in 2015 called Bend of Quiet<\/em> from Blue Light Press.\u00a0 His work has appeared in: Orbis, The Fiddlehead, Indiana Review, Amsterdam Review<\/em>, and elsewhere<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Red Carnations Your dad died three years ago. You were 61.\u00a0 Today your brother left red carnations, his favorite, by his name. Beside your dad\u2019s place, a stranger\u2019s sinking grave, the name angled like a board game played on a tipped table.\u00a0 Deer watch us, often eat the flowers. We don\u2019t scare […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11073","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11073","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11073"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11073\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11076,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11073\/revisions\/11076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11073"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11073"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11073"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYou were 61.\u00a0 Today
\nyour brother left red carnations,
\nhis favorite, by his name.<\/p>\n
\na stranger\u2019s sinking grave,
\nthe name angled like
\na board game played
\non a tipped table.\u00a0 Deer<\/p>\n
\nWe don\u2019t scare them.
\nThey sneak back
\nafter we drive away.<\/p>\n
\nwork.\u00a0 The slow moving forward,
\nstep by step, to death.<\/p>\n