Father, It's Me
Noon daydreams slip
along the stair rail
dripping sad puddling
pools of
persistent struggle ~
faith slip
skidding
down
slippery steps
bump
bump bumping
against immovable
walls of tireless
chaos ~
Stiff
creaking
stubborn knees
finally bend
in the morning dew
and kneel before
you . . . .
and
ask
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