February 6, 2022

Left Of Tired

From where I am
I can see tired
far off to my right.
I am well beyond the left of tired

and all I want is to go home,
but where is home?
Cannot see it anywhere.
Maybe it has moved and is still

farther to my left. My father
might be somewhere over there.
I know he is no longer to my right,
back in the well rested world.

I have just come from there; it is
emptier right now than I would like
so I remain leftward bound,
with no sense of what may be there.

— for my father, 9/15/1932 — 2/3/2022

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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