Midmornings, from her clusters of roses and multi-hued tulips, the flower seller selects a sprig of rosemary. Places it on the brass stumbling stone nearby, framing the inscription: Sophie Kleffmann. Taken 10.21.1942. Murdered at Treblinka.
Each dawn the street cleaner sluices away the flower, leaves radiant flecks like pomegranate seeds.
Gary Thomson writes micros, riffs his Hohner harmonica, and reads historical fiction at home in Ontario.