Saturday, December 16, 2017

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My father had a brittle heart
that could not stand the strain
of walking through 
his life with someone
only to 
begin again
and so he built up hedges
all around his paths
short
at first
but always growing
thicker 
than the last
and then the hedges 
turned to 
walls
and walls to 
corridors
and now my father
walks his garden
alone 
forevermore. 

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