Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Dad
Here it is Father's Day
As you shuffle to the Dollar Store
What must I give you in thanks
For all the disharmony of our lives
Now that you have no outlook
No die-hard military reaction
Now that you can't deplore my
Left-wing marijuana vision
Now that you are my fears
Loneliness disdain senility
What can I give you but words
Thoughts that upset you decades
You frown at me from my iPad
You decry my beard not knowing
Your own unshaven face mocks what
You tried to achieve that fantasy
That you love and are loved in return
Jack 6-14-14
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