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to my father
it was there by the hedge of torch lilies where I pushed a lit candle into the sand as deep as the stars in a well hoping to reach my father’s heart for once call off discord and lessen absence it was then when I commanded him to stop the hiding inside crisp bones and I stood by his grave with fists clenched tense and still like a hummingbird before backing off from an emptied flower Published by Ascent Aspirations Magazine, Anthology Eight, 2010
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