Tuesday, November 8, 2016

dad by Justin Hyde

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

it was all barbed wire
misunderstanding
and mutual intransigence.

but he mellowed

i mellowed

the world humbled me
over and over.

at first
i shook his hand.

now
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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