The Way We Remember (Fathers Day)

I have been awake
for hours yet still
I remember the big
trees — the road I
walked, the way the
trunks flared wide into
ground, the smells. In
the mirror, my father’s
face, time for work,
the way he shaved.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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