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Updated: Aug 3, 2022

my father formed me with his father’s hands

from his father’s fists

raised in anger

to whippoorwill shadows on the wall

i became my father born again

my insufficiencies

are his defeats

his dreams

are the bars i fail to meet

i see myself through my father’s eyes

like his father,

he is

colour blind

and what his eyes see

is absolute

we lie together

the farmer

the artist

and the poet

all of us

searching for respite

in the shade cast by

an ancient cross struck forever at a pass

Joshua Wiebe

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