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Sons and fathers

dedicated to Jeff Cravath

Sons offer single moments
for fathers turning clay
into patchwork vessels


Fathers offer poignant age
for sons to carry wet verse
into a clean day

One gathers light
The other, remnants of stars

Voices interweave
As a Bach invention—
Counterpoint of blood and bone
The press of hope and despair
The trading of cool reason

Declining light breathes
through window and dust
Gravity rests easy weight
on the symmetry of night
Two souls stretch over miles
Wind and crumbling hills
Dead grasses tremble
The arching flight of voices
Creosote and mesquite rattle
The moon carving its high place

A father and son call together
The mystery of time and words
To seek a story
Ancient and new

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