Silence of My Father
Tip toe around the volcano,
That’s ice cold hot air frozen.
Still. So. Still.
A show of strength
Turns out
To be no show.
No. Show.
At all.
But the silent, invisible shimmer of heat coming off the asphalt
on a Florida late summer.
--- Poem about my Father and the way he dealt with anger. Quiet. One sentence. Then silence. I love and miss my father.
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