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Father Weekend


Sitting

on blades of grass

which takes me to the sprinkler

he set for us in the yard.

 

Watching

offspring being given the sweetness

of the sugary affection from their daddies.

Too much makes the stomach sour.

 

Wanting

nuclear togetherness and fatherhood

lacked in sensitive times.

 

Reflecting

of events no more

they should spend some time

and make peace.

 

If there is any...

6/20/15

 

 

 

 

 

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