Friday, December 21, 2007

6. Evening

My son and I sit in the big
overstuffed chair
eating chocolate ice cream
from an old blue bowl
our mother’s silver spoons flashing.
And I say, "I never saw a boy eat so much ice cream".
And my son says, "I love you daddy".
And I say I love you daddy.

And there are all of us.
The fathers of.
The sons of.
Going back to that first I
after that last thing
sitting here on the edge.
Future failings, ancient becomings.

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