11/14/14 — West Rim, Grand Canyon

I feel you
Across the chasm 
Dirt trampled where you walked
Steady patriarch
And father figure
Every bit the man 
I wasn’t but 
Ever still the model 
I could be
Eight children and 
World wars
Paris and New York
Card games and cucumbers
Italian crooners
Unflinching in the face of
Lost hub caps 
Your yellow convertible machismo
Grocery aisle flirtations
cancer on my 
Single-candled birthday
Or a holiday in the hospital 
decades later
And Thanks
For Giving 
Me and her and all of us
A way across.

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