Sounds like a country song, except
without the sentiment settling
at the bottom of every verse.
The horizon harrumphs flatly away in
every possible permutation of north,
south, east, west—testing distance and time.
You and I stand at the steady axis
of our grief-stricken lives, watching
our children stumble, fall, rise to fall again,
like mother, like daughter,
like father, so—so—like son.
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