Lantern Festival

For Kiyo and Vladimir

This stone
forest
Eden
of the dead.
Our fathers -
forest character
and Cyrillic prince

I carry
this light
after you
have cradled
it
against the wind
our father's
memory alive.

At dusk
we let them go -
little boat
of wood
and paper
one little light
among many lamps
they struggle back
to shore
to us
we nudge
them forward
and follow
our fathers
sailing
from the other
world
finally away

alone
together
we stand
on the live earth
the flowers brilliant
against the darkening sky.

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