Visiting the House Before She Died and It Became Ours by Matthew Tierney

Wallpaper a green green…cardamom?
   Old-forest canopy at midday?
   An organic host for some
fleur-de-lis-inspired flourish.

You gave the penny to the angel, the lever
   made her nod — through tiny bronze
collection box slot, into the dark,

   I followed each / until drop
   met afternoon heap.

Great Nana, you let me work out the base’s
   stopper to restock
   while adults with adult faces
watched. Copper dust suspended like

   faith. Electrostatic build-up in the keep. / Repeat.

— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 1