Sunday, November 23, 2008

The Dad Parade

how they disappeared each morning
in silver or blue cars smelling

of old newspapers
before we had even fought

our way out from under
the heavy dreams of sinking boats

and black lakes, of the family
cat stuck in the oak at the edge

of the park and us wearing
mittens and no pants,

with no way to climb
without falling down and down

1 comment:

steve said...

Makes me think of Dean Bakopoulos' novel Please Don't Come Back from the Moon.