Thursday, December 29, 2016

One-Daughter Dads

Are common in New Denver,
Old ones, no sons, faint careers.
We show up with our daughters
Skipping, solo, around us
Shuffling through late middle age,
To birthday parties, dances,
School, market, swimming lessons,

Marsh, his daughter Aurora,
Miles and his daughter Della,
Ray, in straw hat, with Jasmine,
And me with my Sequoia.
None of us know what to do
With our coincidences,
Save fold our arms, shrug and smile.

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