“Rosemarie’s Consolation Prizes”

by Mathew Roland

Loose tied knots on the box

of memories you left me:

 

A necklace with teeth marks,

the strings of a violin.

 

A rosemary bush

growing up real tall in the car lot.

 

Frogs that flip,

swans and simple shapes.

 

A goodbye hug,

and ribbon for fourth place.