Papa
he wondered through the empty corridor
awaiting a sudden movement
within the vagueness that had bestowed
the value of his timid gestures aroused
only by the rushing wind beneath his beard
silently he'd begun to whisper tainted
tormented views he'd often yearned to be
educated of life's simple sorts of wild tempered
laughter eagarly he'd gaze into a chartered sphere
leaving himself out coasting along the banks
of Alzheimer's wits his teeth chattered as memories
unfold into channels of non awareness followed
by traces of poverty and wrath his eyes squinted
as he sighed of homelessness and a meaningful
craving of cottage cheese churned to perfection
without any effort he'd remember a youth
not of his own he blinked of a sullen home
a pulley a hoe a tire swing hanging from a tree
he glanced in a copper pan and chanted are you me
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