To forgive one’s life love for dying, pick the long, feather-like, crimson flowers in early spring, when the desert is in bloom. Boil in river water only. Let cool. Drink at once. Drink when waking, at noon, and at bedtime each day for three full weeks thereafter. If resentment persists, go to your beloved’s grave daily and pray for forgiveness until sound sleep and appetite return.
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My last days
May they pass
slow as black smoke
goes father’s
only prayer
of late
No
No I’m certain
that he stole it
from Adam I’m sure
who first
uttered it
just outside
the Garden
the first night he
spent alone
Copyright © 2020 by Tommy Archuleta. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 2, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.