View single post by timmy
 Posted: Sun Oct 29th, 2006 09:48 pm
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Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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there are certain times
when i look at my eldest
son, he of mother pool

infrequent tears
growing, aging
her DNA, her salt

his quiet man becoming
voice deeply imprinted

& i think to myself
there must be some
explicit reason for me

to know why my own
father will soon collapse
in a heap of ashes--

to know how long it will take
before this reason, rising
from curt shadows like
the policeman of time
stands down my hallway,
soft calling my name,
waiting with a whistle--

& me
my best
to ignore him