My Father

By Charles Bane, Jr.

My father lay quiet
and I knew he was not
afraid.  Out beyond the two
of us, rain fell on poinciana
trees, blossoming these short
weeks of the year.  The night
was round and I rose.  Leaves
of nests shouldered harps of
songs and he said, come
near.  Beloved, he said, you
stood so beautiful in my arms.
Greatheart, I replied.  He said,
be a seawall.  As we were,
be yourself emboldened
to do in kind.

Charles Bane Jr. is an American Poet.  Curbside Splendor published his first book The Chapbook (July 2011) and will publish his second book New Poems (October 2012) via Concepcion Books, a new Curbside imprint.

 
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