Just off the highway
my son saved a painted turtle
with the earth on its back.
I was a good father.
I showed my children
the symmetry of snakes
and the quicksilver of fishes.
I put their wings in the sky
and left them beachcombing
on the shores of wonder.
When they held up a stone
it was the birth of creation.
When they examined shells
the book of nature sounded.
The world moves slowly,
one child after one father
towards the good.
Thank you for being such a wonderful father. xo
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