Tuesday, November 8, 2016

dad by Justin Hyde

there are no
warm childhood moments
to savor
when the clouds wax

it was all barbed wire
and mutual intransigence.

but he mellowed

i mellowed

the world humbled me
over and over.

at first
i shook his hand.

i give him a hug.

like you know
the sun rises
in the east

i know
if i call him up
in any season

he'll come
and save my ass.

Justin Hyde's books and other poems can be found here: http://poets.nyq.org/poet/justinhyde.

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