The man with the most importance has
the fewest entrances. His
bitter-sweet cologne always leaves a
trace.
Like a comedy of errors,
a swirl of lateness, pomposity, and
misunderstandings.
Her father may be sustained,
sporadically, but on his own he
floats
in ambiguity,
viscosity,
and nothingness.
One little scene,
One small discussion,
one minute phrase
describes the
confusion, mixed expressions,
thoughts and feelings of this
particular
relationship of theirs.
She waits for him,
what seems like
hours.
There is momentary rapture
at the sweet sight
of his truck.
She rushes to him on his
felt throne.
Her line rehearsed,
she tries to foresee his reactions, response,
facial expression
In an offhand manner,
"Daddy, I love you."
He doesn't quite know or
understand
his own daughter.
Otherwise he would know that hers
was a statement from
the soul, not for her hand.
Always on his guard,
His look voices his interpretation
before his voice can.
"What do you want?"
Rebecca Globus gr. 9
Second Place Poetry contest