The Last Time I Saw Father
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The Last Time I saw Father
David J Walker
There he was
His face aglow behind the
Coffee shop window
Sitting
stirring a chrome-plated spoon
In the dark sheen of
Coffee sugar and cream
He looked up
Saw me
And became the moon as full
As the last days that October
could display
There he was
Taking a long last drag from his
Unfiltered cigarette
Crushing it out and
Disappearing in the
Gray smoke
His ghost-like figure
Starting the DeSoto parked
On the curb and
Driving away
Without a word
There he goes
A cloud afloat
in a puff
Of smoke
Toward a November sky
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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