Found July 1988

I saw you tonight

as never before

sitting

       asleep

in your corner chair

a window breezing beside you

a fan

bathing weary feet

in coolness

I thought about those feet

while you

       under the lamp-light

slept

the countless miles they’ve gone

the places and the times

they’ve carried you through

and I realized that I love you

For Dad, again. He doesn’t read

poetry, probably written last summer.