Sunday, February 10, 2013

Improv of Theodore Roethke My Papa’s Waltz

Clear pot, scorching water
Beans burn, and brew coffee
the best part of waking up
is feet hitting the floor before sun up

It stops. then starts again.
and for a moment I thought you
were gone
but when the sun finally arrives in my window
I inch downstais, and find you smaking on a bowl of Smacks
no milk, and coffee almost completely gone now.

I would say "Oh Dad, I thought you had left"
while reaching for whatever was already ready in the fridge
I reached in for embrace,
as you soon would be leaving for work,


you waltzed me off to bed,
and I turned,
Still clinging to his shirt.


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