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The Phrase
Sometimes, traversing a day,
the phrase arrives:
'My kind father.'
I pause, go on,
knowing this is a way
we're remembered.
Nothing specific,
nothing planned or sacramental,
no sacrifice of a pure white goat,
just this small tide that rises,
slipping over the basin's lip
onto a dry patch of my life.
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