…ied,
not even on your deathbed.
My son’s hand quivered on his rod.
I cast into his sacred future.
Tears of a man are powerful. They change
things, release tenderness, keep a man’s heart
from growing hard and gnarled,
If a man’s holds back, it rusts his heart.
…ied,
not even on your deathbed.
My son’s hand quivered on his rod.
I cast into his sacred future.
Tears of a man are powerful. They change
things, release tenderness, keep a man’s heart
from growing hard and gnarled,
If a man’s holds back, it rusts his heart.
My son fumbled with a bucket
in the bottom of the boat, looked up shyly,
Sometimes I think you…
