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Father
Father
retire the gloves,
the rusty trowel,
the forks and the yellow hose.
Let’s sit by the fire, warm up
while singing to The Doors.
Tell me our story
where we change the world, remember?
Like George soothed
Lennie’s dreaming soul.
Soon I’ll walk the low tide line
uproot seashells and pebbles,
forgotten in the ground you love.
Anecdotes of your years at sea
I recall your thrills vividly.
Thieves in Brazil, tangerines in Chile.
Fiancé with heterochromia in L.A.
Tell me some more, don’t hesitate.
Don’t hesitate,
if you care for me to stay
a moment longer.
Put down the trimmers,
the shears and forget the cans.
Let’s talk and fuss
until I am no longer purple or blue.
Until warmth returns.
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