post fables

I wonder if tonight will stay with you
like the man in our backyard
stayed with me
from my first days...
you're a little piece of your father
that I'm writing letters to
ice blue eyes all intense
you listened to your mother
you knew what you wanted
as you stood in front of me with
your goldfish and
your intentions
I took a picture
and it was just a blur
you fled the scene
leaving me with
the soft light
and
an old typewriter

and I get to watch him
everything is new
your mom will soften
his hard edges in you
and they'll tell you things
you already knew
because of your name
and because of their truth...