father’s day
today i stand above the bones;
my own are restless
they strike like chimes when i walk
i am deaf to the chords.
today i stir above the bones;
my own are fractured
they grate like gears inside the clock
i have lost track of the time.
today i pray above the bones;
my own are mourning
they cry like gulls above the sea
endless as it is deep, this sea.
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…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…
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