this is the holding father
bent from the weight
of his child
ear to eardrop
a hospital tree in aftermath
hunched to the loss
of discovery
this is day 39 of 40
observations
each day I have so many
children to name
differently
I don’t remember the first time you were here
anymore I am blessed
to see your toes
hear a storm
when the storm
is distant
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
this is the holding father
bent from the weight
of his child
ear to eardrop
a hospital tree in aftermath
hunched to the loss
of discovery
this is day 39 of 40
observations
each day I have so many
children to name
differently
I don’t remember the first time you were here
anymore I am blessed
to see your toes
hear a storm
when the storm
is distant
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