About Father
How I wish I could have cuddled
all the nuggets and wisdom
father gave me with lifetime warmth,
but some went in the autumn anvil
and out the other ear ,and got
away somewhere in drifting smoke.
Since then, as the years pass by
they incessantly come as signs of remorse;
and the time I spend whistling to the self
doesn't make it easier in the spaces
of the heart-- unfulfilled, undefined.
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