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
And so we
Huddled like players
In ball games
Deciding our next
Move like champion
Chess playing adversaries
Out it came
Like a cork
From a bottle
Pop spray fizz
Stinging like the
Biting fire ants
Of early summer
Over and out
Crackling like far
Off radio talk
I dreamt a
Dream of a
Past lover glee
And good times
Like looking at
Yellowed photographs when
I realized that
People only take
Pictures of happiness
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
Far away you
Are on a
Quest slaying the
Dragons of stress
Relaxing near water
Like sunning sea
Lions marooned with
Sweating umbrella drinks
Reclining you forget
Until my face
Appears like an
Apparition in an
Ice cube reminding
You that you
Belong here with
Me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 