Visiting.
So when exactly will we visit next?
That Monday I’ll be driving up to Flint.
Then maybe on the Tenth? Mm-hm, you have
Your daughter’s boys. In that case, let me see,
We’re looking into June, late June, the kids
Are out of school. July. That’s settled, then.
I know. No dad you’re right it really has,
It’s been since August last.
Remember when
We visited in Tempe? Yes we talked
Divorce, I broached the topic there. You said
You felt in some ways all your life has been
Defined by that desertion. Did you say
Or did I dream? I cannot make it die
For decades now. My blood surges, I rend
the very
air and rip
the fibers
from the sick
and sucking
marrow of
the empty
space.

Thanks
Elizabeth. June 10th. 2010. 1:24 pm.
I left the branch and flew off with wings of freedom when I let my father go oh so many years ago. In ’83 his death brought no tears. All were shed years ago before I left the branch.
Your poem touches me!
Bob Frank. June 10th. 2010. 5:37 pm.