Inland on the Lake
strapped to the mast of the Edmond Fitzgerald

Pen set to memorialize my father
because he fell,
like Icarus beneath Inland’s fiery gaze.
I recall the abruptness with which
that cold steel bitch ate him;
knowing he’d been courting another,
knowing full well he was leaving.

I close my eyes to remember his smile,
or even his laugh,
or the way that he refused to wear
a helmet while speeding down county roads.
As the years pass, I find it more difficult;
but I remember her.

She laughs at me, from the lake
mocking me with her foul perfume
every time I drive back into Lake County
and all I can think is that
my father deserved so much more
than a granite marker with a start and end date
and a daughter who can no longer picture
his face.
--pandora
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poignant :) enjoyed.
-t
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Wow. Jax
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as "t" said, poignant. thanks.
~brock
(remember me?)
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Of course I do...
pandora