Showing posts with label remembering the smoke from my father in the light from the kitchen window. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remembering the smoke from my father in the light from the kitchen window. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2026

Near the kitchen window


Near the kitchen window

(A memory of my father)


 Needing sunlight

for his sorcery:


                                                                   smoke from his pipe:

spirits rising, coiling;


graceful tresses

suspended momentarily


then diffused,

dissipated


just as he, himself,

 too soon, was gone.