Saturday, December 10, 2016

The Air at Avery Park on a Day like Today

tastes smooth as the sleepy brew
of yellow melting green into a steam

so sweet there is nothing left to do
but breathe and think yourself back in time

to the day your dad dropped by and promised
he’d never leave again – which he didn’t

for a sorta long time.

First appeared in The Homestead Review - Fall 2016

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