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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Saw My Father On The Bus Today

Saw my father on the bus today.
Imagine my surprise as I caught his gaze.

The western sun shown across his face,
Creating contrasts in shadow and light on a monitor
Hanging from the ceiling a few rows ahead.

There was no video or movie on the screen today,
As the glare of the late afternoon sun,
Transformed the monitor into a mystical mirror.

For the image of my father with life’s experience
Etched in each wrinkle, line, and lump,
Was only me after all, peering back across time.

Saw my father on the bus today.
The commute was oh so sweet.