Dad


if i were to see
his figure from a mile away
i’d know so quickly
that it would be he.
the Under Armor dry-fit shirt
and the Asic tennis shoes.
if i felt
a pat on my back
i’d know that those
were his hands
large and rough
with the smell
of cologne.
if i heard
a voice
coming from
the stands
i’d know
and his words
would flow inside me
like the calmness
of the weather
on a beautiful,
sunny day.

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