leaving

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leaving

daddy’s set to go
a stripped mind
slag-heap face

daddy’s set to go
unravelled tongue
resigned dialect

got himself
childhood wounds
alive, amber preserved

got himself
the machinery
leaden arms

i can’t read between his lips
as he tells me drained lullabies
as he tucks me in, dawn breaks
his face gentle on mine

got himself
last view eyes
vanished smile

got himself
one-way map
charted escape route

daddy’s set to go
epiphany of absence
silence of departure

daddy’s set to go
closure car door
drive to relief

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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