june 14, 1988
a close up.
skipping out of work early on a Tuesday ‘cause the temperature’s finally below 107°.
there’s a sunburn forming where the forehead conquers what used to be hair.
trying to hide 28 years of freckles behind thick red frames and a thick red beard.
there’s a mustard stain on the faded button-down, just above the n in Dan.
smile with your teeth, Dan.
wishing this moment could last forever.
snagging this moment like a kite in a tree
so it will last forever.
a poem i wrote for my dad several years ago inspired by the photo above.
read more of my poetry here.