




A Dad is a person
The feathers lift —
Now the fan streaming with dance —
(imagine the face of anangels
treaming with lightin an annunciation
It's the lovely silver rippling
at a saint's fingertips
in a Kirlian photograph.
Seeingis like entering a Chinese shop
full of paper lanterns —
voices whispering
in room after room like hands
caressing ceremonial silk —
until you come out
uto a farmyard screeching of hens
The peacock is just another sad rag-picker
about a cage, alone
in the knowledge of its palatial etiquette
It goes about the pen-muck with the geese,
the yokels of turkeys slubbering at scraps, hen-poor
Its chicken-wire existence against which the tail,
at times,flounces itself like a Marie Antoinette or glows like
Saint Theresa among the stricke



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