A Hand in Water
for my father
Trailing a hand from a boat:
that morning sluicing through my fingers
was my most perfect with you.
More than fifty years on,
the memory is in my fingers
as I watch a Hollywood hand trawl water.
Fishing for sunlight on a lake is a carefree pursuit,
not so fishing for your smile in memories;
but that flow through my fingers
is the feeling of complete happiness,
though the smile I’ve given you
may well be my own production.
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