When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Saturday

Buddy Holly Glasses (For My Father)

























All spring
I crashed through doors,
reached blindly for walls
too far for support,
sacrificed my insides
to Arabic numerals that
appeared and disappeared
on crinkled leaves of wisdom.
All because I loved you.
Because I adored you.
Because I idolized you.
Then one day you saw
the unseen
and removed the revered
Buddy Holly glasses.
And the only spectacles that remained
rested on the tip
of your dark brown, Moses-like nose.

All because I loved you.

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