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Open Windows, The Vermillion Literary Project IX, 1991.


Cal Thunder Hawk


Uncle Adam

Each turning of the page
Erodes your image of ashen tones
Sharp edges subtly disintegrate
Into faded contrasts
Between shadow and sunlight

When I was a child
Your love cascaded over me
And I laughed and danced
I recall only your voice
The urgency of your words
And the gentle way they became blood
Seeking out a vein to heal my wounds

It is the place in my memory
Where the silences begin
My wounds never did heal,
uncle Adam
And I never became the healer
You wanted me to become

1991 Cal Thunder Hawk