Westbrook

28May08

As I whisper
don’t hold back
to what might be cilantro
the wind plays two leaves
against each other,
like dogfighting dragon flies,
and my enthrallment is
your father.

Very next day
I pass him on a map
in a forgotten book,
the pages turned sleepy
from his tight command.

He asks I relay:
I come back in everything
new, only left
to find more for us
to learn.

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