My father died today. Micajah Quincy Holt (1914-2011). And that is the end. I guess. ::: (am i sad ?) ::: I walk into the garden, Where my father taught me. The sky is too huge Everywhere He is smiling broadly That sly warm wink “Sax, I’m here. It’s wonderful. I slipped in.” ::: We [...]
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Retinal tears and fears of darkness, What DO I actually see ? Lightning strike laser; pain visualized, (how odd this queasy flash). The wet drops from my eye splashes my glasses, remembering the first rain and sprinkling Cotinus Grace.
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