in freshened
time attending
to himself,
gifting himself
attentiveness,
switching
off the channels
that pulse at him,
unneeded tentacles.
the segment
hard in him
dropped
like a catch –
his smile as
he dissolves.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
2. my father arising (2008)
Posted by Stu on 12.1.08
Categories: my father trilogy, Poetry
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