love
dad
© Tom Taylor
rain forest
in excess
overrun
unrestrained
open to experience
often wrong
who'd a thought
riding a rocket
of your own design
car behind you
worth lasting
love
dad
Your birthday got past me this year.
This will not stand.
Cemeteries draped in Spanish Moss.
Fireplace hitch.
Drone flown over the marsh.
Ten hour shifts.
The mind wanders.
On and on it goes.
Through the night.
Three in the morning.
"Coffee's on me."
The shirt.
It smells of perfume.
love
dad