Dad

yankee go home. dad hands me 
a plate of pancakes at 3 in the 
afternoon. i am home.

and here I believe the old man 
is trying to project a sense of 
normalcy,

that life goes on. we catch 
yawns from the TV, bury 
our cats in the backyard.

these things take time, and
you never know when life will 
come back around the bend.

it’s strange; you move a plant 
from one spot to another, and 
you may never see it bloom 
again. 

As seen in: https://www.palavermag.com/fall-2020-dad