Dad, we both know we both know
You are a different you now.
We both know…………………………………………we both know
We’re teeter-totter kids
Pushing off to Y the sky…
Touchdowns taut,
Cold steel hollow feel,
Reverb—verb—verb berating
Objects, frustrating.
Then we’re dangling
Participles—part disciples—
In secret………………separate………………suspended sentences
…Searching for subjects…
We try to balance
Being up………………………………………………being down
At times we sit on
Common ground, hear echoed sound,
Our rubbery bodies settling down.
At times we take a hit and miss,
Soles’ soft wood chips lacerating our lips.
With welling eyes and feeling feet
We wait till our eyes ………………………….can once again meet.
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We air and err in the August air, and
We know you feel in your hat debonair.
So we sit and sun and feel de bon air.
The front desk nurse smiles and dials as you say
You’d like a table for two at that old restaurant
And suddenly we’re in the old house
And you’re telling me
It’s important to have something to look forward to.
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It’s awkward in our little playground,
Chair’s the limit
Your one thing, your swing
You switch gears, forward, back,
And we’re escaping, never scraping, Roman alleys, mouths gaping.
I squat as you did for me at two
Now my arm around you.
We cherish your carefully captioned chapters.
Gentle, frail fingers lift long-ago leaves
Sage scented, still, silken summer c’mented.
Daddy-daughter teeter-totter
A moment grounded, neither confounded,
Full reminiscing, our edges rounded.
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We saw…
We see.
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We are a saw
Scything, scared, to the core.
We are a sea
Waving, weeping to the shore.
We are at sea
Swimming, sinking………………………………………neither, nor.