Bio Note: Lifelong and long-lived reader and writer of poetry. Forty year vegan. Grateful companion to a sweet canine. My publications include Verse-Virtual, Bramble, and Ariel Anthology.
Author's Note: Except for his charm, education, and class, my father, whom I met at eighteen, exhibited much of Donald Trump's personality and beliefs.
And you my father in all your reflected glory all your glorious confidence that you are number one in the lives you intersect, will never know, for all your hundred years of health and acumen your business savvy your seductive charm your cruel words so carelessly tossed, the simple truth that love cannot be forced or bought; all you’re buying is your own reflection whose roils and ripples, when they cease, leave only a pooling image you cannot move beyond. O my most difficult father I pity you your pitiless ways.
Author's Note: The vegan soup special got me into the yoghurt shop!
I happened to stop at a fro-yo shop with twelve different flavors to choose among, and ten big bins in one long row a multi colored overflow of candies, fruits, nuts, and seeds to top a frozen yogurt treat, and chocolate, marshmallow, caramel sauces to top the toppings, and two elderly guys at the tempting trough laughing and kidding: which choices to choose? We’re charged by the weight, says one to the other, and not exactly light themselves, they pile on more. You’re like kids in a candy store, I say, and they nod and grin. It’s the light in their eyes, ready smiles in genial faces, friendly banter between them, the sheer fun they’re having, that makes them attractive and young, that gets to me, a writer of dark poems, who leaves with lighter heart and verse.
Always there’s something small that wants its life swings green and squiggling in the crucial air drops plumb-like from a blade of grass scuttles, dashes from my path. Always there’s some small way to care. I think of Dr. Schweitzer: Knowing lights of summer nights invite the moths to die, he read by day.
Originally published in Bristol Banner Books
©2022 Alessandra Foster
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