Neuro-tropic

So many seasons in mind–winter

As I think of my father.

No one knows me

When it snows like this.

Spring maybe,

but December now

And my father singing.

 

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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