My father, Ted
Can take the lead
From bullets aimed
Straight at his headAnd turn them in
To gold and tin
To cure the maimed,
Both friend and kin,By alchemy
And family tree
And things unnamed
And mysteryBecause he knows
The wild rose
Cannot be tamed,
It only growsWith rooted love
And hand and glove
And old age framed
By the sky above.
Archives for October 2018
My Father, Ted
October 26, 2018 by at 12:01 am
Coming Soon from Korrektiv Press: What the Sky Lacks by Thom Caraway
October 25, 2018 by at 11:40 pm
Second Time Around
October 6, 2018 by at 10:54 pm
Ignoring an alarm
leads only to more alarm.
I cannot learn
what I am unable to learn.
Answering the question
“Do you believe?”
ends in questioning the answer,
since to simply believe
is never enough …
may it be enough.
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