From Beyond The Grave

I get along with

my father now,

better than when he was alive

 

The walls have dismantled,

the barriers down,

a clear vision to inside

 

The excuses we made,

 a pride that forbade,

here buried in the ground

 

As our spirits conjoin

to sail on the wind

—each other we have found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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