Thursday, November 17, 2011


Witty, warm, principled
A memory cherished of strength.
A Banyan branch,
Stumps the stump-

That lightning struck,
Ripped, rings still for resonance.
And so a rippled Banana leaf,
Replete, wastes-

Away, you went fighting
To the finish. Inelegant, not fair.
They miss you Daddy, but I-
Silence is my elegy, for I-

First flower, favored, flourished forward,
Now freeze in frenzy. Forgive me…

And Daddy, twenty-one years late, you’ll be happy to see
I know now, synecdoche from trochee.

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