ten years he has been
my adult son on a seismograph
periodical squiggly lines
he blames the technician for
shaky ground not under me
nor disturbing my calm sea
where he makes tsunamis
over his head, drowningly
through flim-flams and scams
on paths blocked by obstructions
memorized emotions
memorized emotions
with nothing in our way
he needs to about-face
at an unrelenting pace
least i should forget him
least i should forget him
but the feeling in his shoes
leads him in circles
leads him in circles
February 14, 2018
revised March 2, 2018
revised March 2, 2018