My Dad
MY DAD
KILBURN.
WHO’S THAT STANDING ON THE CORNER?
A SQUARE BLUE SUIT AND QUIET.
A NEAT MUSTACHE AND RUDDY FACE
SAD BROWN EYES AND SLICKED DOWN HAIR
LEAN, MEAN, SUBDUED AND WAITING.
WANTING
HIS DISTANCED SONS TO SEE
WAITING.
HE KNOWS THE TIME TO SHOW,
OR DOES HE NEVER GO?
HERE I AM, HIS SON, ASHAMED.
AFRAID.
WALKING OVER, ATTITUDE HERE.
HOSTILE
DISTANCED, WANTING TO BE CLOSE,
AFRAID
TO SHOW FEELING OF ANGER
AND LOVE.
TO NEED ONES FATHER WHO
YOU CANNOT TRUST
WHO MIGHT SEE?
A PUBLIC BAR, A PROFFERED DRINK.
A HOW ARE YOUR BROTHERS?
CONVERSATIONS NOT REMEMBERED
ONLY FEELINGS, LOW, QUIET, ANGRY.
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