For Father's Month
September, and the rains begin
Ripe drops of memory on the tongue
September, and the robins spin
Fresh songs sweet as hibiscus lung
I am in your birth month, father
Day covering me with your form, fife
Me to dance your fiddle of life
This month, wind tailored, clothed
With days that you wore before
The abyss of eons
Spangled stars that gave dust
To the flesh of earth
Here's our making and our daying place
This month garments memory
Like your ties around a child's neck
And I, led gracefully
Into the blue church's chamber, defaced
Now by childhood recollection of transgressions
Those whose jealousy of you made them sin
And stumbled in my eyes
Where love etched your face on unstained glass
Those sweet light flooded panes
September brims me with light
But the sun fades fast
I am glad its too early for leaves to fall
The sunset still its glory cast
I play in the shadow of your love, singing
To the silent wall.
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