a tango of mistrust
dances in bee circles a quiver of yellow arrows cowardice and notions unjust but there is a must a must.. somehow through yawning and forlorn feelings spinning thoughts and mind reeling from blows on skull anvils I hold onto vapour walls to stop from falling falling, falling.. and I miss my dad and cannot put out the image of closing his eyes so I close mine tight and imagine and imagine that he is back with me my best friend dad I will try I will try.
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by Paul Sinclair
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November 2020
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