Sunday, August 27, 2006

for my father who today would have been ninety-one

yes to perfection.
yes to worth.
yes to confidence.
yes to androgyny.
yes to accomplishment.
yes to humor.
yes to choice and both.

the long living versus the short-lived
offers to disease a whisper of true north.

how is responsibility maintained apart from girth of brain
when brain is half the reason
and when the leitmotif descends upon
already fallen earth.

each sentence declarative in loneliness
each portion of the skill remaindered
books in bins along the outer doors in shops
leave hope around the fillings that they are.

my compass you still are.
the child who has uncovered
your young mind
I hold her heart.

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