The door to infinity open-
ended.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father’s life
remains still.
Open.
End it.
fathers and sons
The Hole Story
I’m OK
with feeling
down today
I woke up
on the wrong side
of my head
with a lump
in my throat
and a limp in my leg
tender is the nightmare
said my father
who never slept
standing up
like a stumbling block
when my father was a kid
a tomboy who chased
him on the playground
said in his mother’s voice:
“the best part of you
is still
running down
your old man’s leg”
or maybe the best
part of me to honor
his memory made
this hole story up
Among The Ruins
Wide awake
I must be
dreaming
of the dreamer
wide awake
within me.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father is alive
and well
dead still.
Charles B. Snoad 