a dad
Susanne’s dad, I tried to sketch. Under a tree, in her backyard. There was a swing set. //
He liked that I eat neat. He pulled out for me a chair.
so many parents I have met,
on this journey I hadn’t meant.
—
pack a bag, have my passport stamped.
make new friends, and rekindle my light. //
I tried to return home with my nurtured kind
and to not feel the lack,
when loss is right.