November 6, 2006

• a P.S.A. that elevates beyond considered norms;
  my worried brow,
  your toothless frown,
  and this here coming storm
  bear witness to your inner strength
  unfailing. days go by
  though torrents fall from dreary heaven
  nothing’s from your eye.
  sweet man,
  good man
  with body aches,
  plagued with pain acute, mundane-
  please stay (a little while)!
  i’m in denial of gains now lost.
  your deafened ears, your clouded sight,
  the stooping of your once-tall gait,
  and racing of your failing heart
  all scare your adult child.
  

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