big bees busy outside the window
where they found somerthing in the unattended wood
so did woodpeckers
a first sighting next door undoing the house
or cleansing it of other things
the old poes words bring me nothing but sorrow
my father's death on Easter undid another
holiday i cant celebrate that
he arose he is gone and i want his
mellifluous voice and i want to argue
and i want his understanding his hearts embrace
he knew me he made me and i dont
want to wander unknown
he protectedd my tender and railed against it
he understood this soul struggle
the enormity of desire and our fragility
how much we wanted knowledge
the vast sun and how weak our wax wings
he was not the father who said don't fly
high
he's the one who said plan to be over the sea and know how to swim
you know they will melt and you must survive the fall
and rise again
howannoyed i was whenhe signed Albe
though that was what i first called him
but he was Daddy Albe and then later he would
scribble Albe, yr Daddy and i would laugh
as if i could mistake the left handed lovely script
he created as anyone else, ever ,ever
always my Daddy.
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