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"Forgive my father"

I took you to the city
carried you in my pocket
a little blue and dog-eared
from long waiting

but still ready
an empty box
that never leaves my mind

I kept looking
over my shoulder
looking for your face

swaying like a pendulum

looking forward

holding back

looking forward

holding back

Until dizzy eye
couldn't see

I fell asleep
my heart calling
(the line was busy)
across time

for no answer

for the answer

for no answer

for the answer

So instead
I took your hand
and prayed

And began to wait
for you

Now instead of
chasing me
through days
and  two ways unsettled

wounded

and

willful

I wait for you
to come to me
to sit beside me
in a calm place

for us to smile
and not to speak

 but to be in a place
At Peace
unchanging

To Terah

And so we wander, in grief, towards the sun... is she rising, or setting?... How fragmented is our life, if not our reason for living?... How could I have known that such tears


would fall...


For days I prayed
For the right way
To pull covers and eternity

Over my head and dreams
would instead

Descend, in loving haze
A constellation daze

That would spell his name
Somewhere between Abraham

and home...

I never knew
how to bury you
Into a blinking sky

So now I will try
the ground.

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