Friday, March 2, 2018

Adult Son and Father in Taichung




                                                                                            
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
with nothing in our way
he needs to about-face
at an unrelenting pace
least i should forget him
but the feeling in his shoes
leads him in circles 

February 14, 2018
revised March 2, 2018















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