Host Dad
I had never seen anyone stretch before.
Deep knee bends and rotations of the arms.
Folding at the waist and swinging side to side.
Each afternoon, as I hop down to the sidewalk
from the low wall in front of the station,
as I feel the delightful pull in my thigh muscles,
I think of his morning stretches.
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31 July 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 10 in a new series, 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
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