30. Slightly rhyming
A.
A better
father
would eat
with his 
hands
the way
his
daughter
does.
B.
From the ferris wheel
gondola stopped
at its apogee
I squinted carefully
over the edge.
Something
I couldn’t
remember what
had already
dropped over
the ledge.
My son asked:
Dad are
you scared?
I wasn’t doing
well up there.
Not by a
long stretch.
C.
The dappled light on the car’s roof
a siren.
The square of light on the front door a proclamation.
We all have people we want to outlive
and the opposite too.
It’s not as though things end again and again but they do.
#weeklypoemandpic
A.
A better
father
would eat
with his 
hands
the way
his
daughter
does.
B.
From the ferris wheel
gondola stopped
at its apogee
I squinted carefully
over the edge.
Something
I couldn’t
remember what
had already
dropped over
the ledge.
My son asked:
Dad are
you scared?
I wasn’t doing
well up there.
Not by a
long stretch.
C.
The dappled light on the car’s roof
a siren.
The square of light on the front door a proclamation.
We all have people we want to outlive
and the opposite too.
It’s not as though things end again and again but they do.
#weeklypoemandpic
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