Saturday, July 30, 2011

In Verse: To Dad

I.
Every night last winter, I covered you with a warm blanket,
and as I watched you sleep, sewed a patch onto my memory-quilt;
I knew it would be far too cold when you'd be gone.

II.
The fire goes out. Goodbye.
That quilt lies buried in nothingness;
I float in the cold.

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