Garden

Mother works the garden
through a glass of water
tinted rose
with blood.

The apple of
your mind
has a worm-
hole in it.

Toss the dice.

Call her.
Or loosen your sleeves
to show her

the scars
whitening your wrists.

Refugees

Scan the sky.
Then look at the strange
people gathered nearby
on the rock range.

They are sinewy
and broken
and newly
orphaned.

But they are.
They push.
Restart.

Even the stars
figure in.
Push. Restart.

Salvatore Difalco lives in Toronto. His poems have been published widely in print and online. His novel Mean Season (Anvil) was published in 2015.