You Can Be Happy (poem from Danish Northwest)

PETER GRAARUP WESTERGAARD

A silvered outline of her face shines
from Grandmother’s best serving platter.
Behind her, Uncle Henry’s grandfather clock
ticks benignly. Look at you, I say, a picture
of a flower, someone accidentally picked.
Thank you she says, secretly pregnant,
running out to the courtyard to stand amongst
the nesting geese. So much sun among her boots.

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