“He knows
he is dying God.”
I can
do nothing
to stop him.
The sins
of the father
set their
seeds in
fields where
no till,
rotating crops
only alter
the course
of the inevitable
maintaining
for a time.
All I can hope
is that
the soft rain
of tonight
will patter peacefully
into a peace of mind
that recalls
the pain of today
as a silent memory
for tomorrow.
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