Year
another for the Major 1
Psalm
What can I bring to harvest but these
bruised hands, these cracked stones?
Praise to the fruit tree long untended
beneath mendicant stars.
A boy above, his Radio flyer2 lightening full,
Reaches to me now in exile, the farther flung.
Father, my most difficult,
most diffident friend,
My most loving curse,
a strange and fragrant Grace arrives -
Look.
From unexpected fire
comes frail, brief blossoms.
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1 Major - my father was a major in the United States air force. He was a bomber pilot in WW2.
2 Radio Flyer is a toy company, famous for it's red wagons.
The company opened in 1917, the year of my father's birth.
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