Waxing a Life Philosophic
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tall, Tall, Tree House
My father was a handsome, ugly man
who visited me in my dream last night.
He tried to wish me well.
To lead me to higher ground.
He built a tree house in the sky.
Miles and miles high.
Enough to make the neighbor spirits gawk
and fold their arms while they pulled up a chair
to make sure they could see
when his beautiful, ugly duagher would come
to meet him there.
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