After a Skype Conversation

Dad, the day I met you was not at Birth.

In that infant hour, holding your wedding

Ring, I never let go. Not for happy memories,

I simply was not there. The two year divorce,

The pricey pillow pile, your grace, and then nothing. A death,

Was all that was needed to meet

              

                                              me.

Every week we meet, its a routine.

I tell you my day, and you tell me 

Your life. Me, who through a Thin

Screen obliges all what is not scene.

Imagine all that meal green in flames...

It burns my nature. I flourish in it. Lo!

Ariel's off the leash with my habit!

My semesters harvest, and so it remains

After meeting you on the sandy sofa. I see

For the first time, that that life is not for me.