Buddy Holly Glasses (For My Father)

All spring

I crashed through doors,

reached blindly for walls

too distant 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.