Sunday, August 27, 2006

for my father who today would have been ninety-one

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

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

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

[fo(u)rth]
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.

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

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