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Father and son
It’s dark, it’s late
i cannot hesitate.

We’re born, we die
in between we try.
We shift, we sigh
we change the way we lie.

. . . and all the while a pain.
All the while the pain.

i feel Life’s rumble
in my chest,
and dying fumble
for a mirror to reflect.

i dance and jump
here in the dark,
for Morning’s light
imagined, warm and stark.

And down deep,
they bloom, they wing.
but on paper the petals, and feathers fall
to burn and sting.

i long to feel
the ice . . .
and the sun.
—their prodigal virtue,
to let them be one.

Eyes gaze deep—
the Father and son
to see themselves,
. . . in the other one.

This poem is © copyright by mark macdonald

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