the cabin— half-home, half-empty—

the snow blanketed and extending

inside he. the hope. he

will stay like this, timeless:   quiet

calm and caring as home can be.

such people exist in books or imagination

but I have him here in skin. in life

an open door for me

as if to say welcome

I desired this every-moment

believed a father like this could exist.

it is enough to know him

it is enough to claim him

come snow

come full storm

come cross country

come unfamilied

come as family

come quietly


to stay.


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