In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

The Grey Father

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Who sculpts my bent,

my leanings?

A grim-hunched father, 

desultory,

complaining,

hard-wired to paint

grey for green,

color blind 

to all that thrives–

joyful noises

hope in humankind

gladness of the sun

gratitude for breath

upright posture.

Not everything falls.

Can he fathom?

The miracle we stand

right angles to the heavens. 

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