And then after
Pop spray fizz
We were left
With the flatness
Of over out
Like sun after
The hail storm
Littered with chunks
Of the sky
Friends starting now
Our past behind
Like rear view
Mountains in back
Time right now
To decide what
If absolutely anything
We’re going to
Be like stranded
Motorists on highways
Choosing which direction
We will walk
Saving us now
Fathers and Daddies
Men that teach
Guide and groom
Boys to men
One day a
Special day recognizes
Those things passed
Down like a
Baton in life’s
Relay race sometime
Dropped yet always
Finished remember those
That made you
You
Happy Father/Daddy day
The morning is
As peaceful as
A cemetery everyone
Is staying home
Including those under
Earth even the
Ghouls have lost
Their voices instead
Flying about silently
And talk we
Did like birds
On a wire
This discovery of
Each other like
Scouring a crime
Scene for clues
Led from one
Topic to another
Like hunting dogs
Catching one scent
After the next
Drilling down we
Did taking pebbles
Of life out
Of each other
Like the augers
Of natural attraction
And there it
Was an adventure
A piece of
Your car hanging
Like a dead
Carcass of something
That you plowed
Over unable to
Move you surgically
Removed it with
Scissors and on
Our way we
Went happier because
We not you
Climbed the smallest
Mountain I’ve seen
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 