Our father/died an old man/surrendered/ gracefully the things he jealously acquired/suffered from exceptionally bungled palliative care/non-existent/one early Thanksgiving/the just stuffed Turkey in the oven/back curled half waking/ the call came/rushed to his still side/ear to chest listened to the sound/of cells grinding to halts/felt spirit depart/a decade later I went to his grave/laid down on the cold grass/tried to remember our fights/our putting up with each other’s differences/ kind of love/there was something there/something in the crying cold wind/something that forecast comfort/today I live far from all our graves/I visit and honor them every day/with every fearless inventory of conscience/with every considerate hospitable gesture/holding things lightly/treasuring times of presence/in the light/with that kind of love/
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