By Wesley Houp
She likes the
crescent moon’s
shadow majority.
It’s there but
waiting to be
seen, patient,
and it doesn’t
mind obscurity.
I like the crescent
moon’s showy part.
It reminds me
of my father’s
toenail clippings
She laughs,
and I laugh.
We are going
to the Wafflehouse
where she works.
I love her laugh
more than I love
the four seasonings.
She laughs again.
Because I’m a
defective unit,
I fail to tell her
enough how much
her laugh heals me,
and how
without it
the world dims
and that under any
circumstances
her laugh makes
the shadowy part
of life blaze
like it was
returning to sun.
Lisa Ingram
Wow Wes. Love this. A dad’s love is evergreen.
It reminds me that I need to vacuum the rug. I cut my toenails this morning. Sure do miss seeing you.