Tagged: steadfast

to be human calls

my father’s hands

my father’s hands
defy the rules of
logic, physics,
and the lifetime
of retiring
machine parts.
as good as
new
is just a
phrase rattling,
clanking, echoed
in other households.
in ours, silence
speaks steadfast
.
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the edges of our

the edges of our
dreams curl
ever so
slightly so that we
are tempted to turn
the page, to be
redirected, self
shelved.
routinely,
it takes a little
more effort
to weigh them down
.
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