Happy Father’s Day
We spent the day swimming and cutting the field with Grayce on my lap, reading and eating...just being a father, I suppose.
READ: A poem for a father
My Dear Carotid
Forgive me these years
Of quiet indifference
Of cold shoulders
And coy ignorance.
Your acquaintance was
Made under less than
Cordial circumstances:
Dr. Stark’s Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy 201,
To be exact.
Oh, now I remember
Who you are
And what you do.
When my wet eyes are closed
My father’s limp cheek,
Unsteady hand
And leftward slouch
Remind me that
You are the king
Of the arteries.
12 April 1999
June 17, 2007