
pollution and decay, still,/
Nature finds a way.
Giving someone space/
just means they leave and then you/
find out who you are.
OR
discover yourself.
She doesn’t write me/
for a month, and then wishes/
me to be happy?
OR
She is silent for a/
a month, and then wishes me/
Happy Father’s Day?
Why would radio/
play “Cat’s in the Cradle” song/
to honor fathers?
She was the mother/
of my Muse, but I’ve been the/
father of nothing.
Living in Utah/
means everyone asks: “Where is/
your white shirt and tie?”