when I watched fireworks
from these very worn, grey steps nine years ago
the world as i have come to know it
was still embryonic and calm
and my paternal influence
had not yet carried the cross
into the land in which flesh cannot enter
the illumination of the fireworks lit a path to my father's arms
my heart and soul was harnessed in this hug
as if it were to be the last exchange of affection
the days grew shorter, his life did the same
good friday had arrived, and he carried this cross
a mysterious medical malady
into the eternal sunset
i could shoulder this as simon once did
the time had come for 8 years of consistency
to transform into a lifetime of void
i have suspended myself in the good times
as to prevent flashbulb memory from setting in
i am still sitting on the steps
watching the fireworks from the freeway
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