Forever you find
              your father
in other faces—

a balding head
              or beard enough
to send you following

for blocks after
              to make sure
you’re wrong, or buying 

some stranger a beer
              to share. Well, not
just one—and here,

among a world that mends
              only the large things,
let the shadow grow

upon your face
              till you feel
at home. It’s all

yours, this father
              you make 
each day, the one

you became when yours
              got yanked away. 
Take your place between

the men bowed
              at the bar, the beer
warming, glowing faint

as a heart: lit
              from within & just
a hint bitter.


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Published: March 2, 2020