Sunday, February 08, 2009

the gate

I am building a gate,
from scratch

and it makes
me feel like a man.

growing up
my father would mirco-manage
any project.

it was torture.

after his strokes
he no longer
could build
with his hands.

I have become the builder now.

he stops me and tries to take
control of the project-

he ask if i know what i
am doing.

I know what i am doing.
I will build a beautiful
after all you have taught me
as you can see I have already
built a perfect wall
between us.


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