Dad He ate plain oatmeal every morning in the same leather chair that Mom got him for Father’s Dayin ’88. One breakfast after finishing an orange grapefruit, I told him how I loved him, loud enough so he would not listen Birds of Prey “Most people are onthe world, not in it” Muir said that so long ago, but he was wrong Most people are outsidethe world, doubting they know how to be among it Riding under a hawk’s wingsthe air forgets what it means to be useless Proof Beware of labelsthat claim to be hand-made in small batches By humans, what isn’t?Is […]
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