The ice is thin
at this time of the day
so walk, don’t hop
pick your battles wisely
remember me

Good advice
except that there is
already a far greater poem
by the same name
and everybody knows that one
but nobody knows mine

There are enough flowers at
his grave to weigh down
a gentle boat with guilt
Your father claims to be
The first man on the moon
your daughter’s a conspiracy theorist
your pet’s a schizophrenic ball of dust
named Memory