My Father’s Song

Some men are born gathering a nest   of white and dark fabulous musical notes   to them, and some men,   born broken like two halves of the April moon,   discover that to drink alone at night –   under the glass chandelier’s metropolis of stars   buzzing over a river’s boardwalk where tugboats   usher in ships…

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