For my Father on My Birthday
The sky did not remember raining
and gradually took on the
the delicate blush of a wolf's tongue.
In the distance it met
the curve of the horizon
where it touched the sea
and promised an aureate future.
Celebrating each new journey round the sun
I thanked my father for his swiftest sperm.
and gradually took on the
the delicate blush of a wolf's tongue.
In the distance it met
the curve of the horizon
where it touched the sea
and promised an aureate future.
Celebrating each new journey round the sun
I thanked my father for his swiftest sperm.
