Like an autumnal leaf
Gently waltzing with the wind
Here and there, until coming to rest
In a pool of water, causing the aquatic reflector
To wrinkle; I think of you and it takes some time
To remember to forget about you.
Would you be proud?
Would you praise or condemn these fingers
That feel whole when perched on a pen and not pig skin?
Cuticles stained with ink,
Trenches occasionally occupied by nylon.
Would you teach me anything significant?
I shaved with the help of magazines.
I learned how to treat a woman from the way
Clark Kent embraced Miss Lane.
The transcendent value of a dollar was taught to me
By a prepubescent entrepreneur across the street
Desperate for the missing quarters his lemonade was worth.
So what would you give me? Lessons? Gifts?
Happiness? A harmonic resonance to eradicate
These moments of dissonance?
Or perhaps your greatest gift was absence.
Instead of a young, pliable counterpart I am
Myself. My own source of instruction.
But when I am blessed with a child of my own
I will provide them with every single moment
I wish I could have had with you.