I am still growing
to greeting my father
in photographs,
how young he looks
when he was older
than I think
I am
and I am
like him
brief.
When we see each other
we are children
hiding between houses
that prayed for newborns, growing
  roots
 like we are already falling
arms open
like a bedroom ceiling.

08/04/2022

Posted on 08/04/2022
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