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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4591 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention My Father’s Eyes Janet Kenny So blue, my father’s eyes out of the river; he swam too long, I held my frightened breath sure that some weed or log had caused his death. Then with a rush the water would deliver his face, triumphant at my lack of faith. Proud of his power to frighten me. I never believed he would survive. He seemed forever imprisoned in some crevice underneath. To venture in that dark and rushing pool was more than I could bear. I chose to swim in sunlit shallows where cicadas’ prattle and softly dipping willows made a cool, consoling summer refuge. Nothing grim could lurk, or rise intent to smirk and startle. |
