One Day

doesn't seem enough.
The flags wave in a unison breeze,
a parade, wreaths in your honor.
You are only one of generations of dead
but I knew you. For me, today is about you:
Brown eyes and a sense of place
that hung on you like cologne. You were wide-open skies
and slow driving on rural roads.
You were honor and an easy laugh
that wrapped around me like a shelter.