Thursday, October 9, 2014

the daily visit

apart from darkness
light withers with no foil
into the midst of silence
a loud clang reverberates
heard in the distance
by the silent choir

children sing carols
and Jake, 84,
can't remember if his son
visited this year

His son visits every day
brings him his favorite
sandwich
for a moment a bite of a
tuna melt brings him
back

His son, filled with sadness,
feels his father's words
fill him

they, together, become
full with conversation
and a sandwich

the light fades
that single moment
between day and night
the faded haze
is perfect

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