Dad's Leather
I traded my shoes
that day...
The fish weren't biting
in the trees
or the water
so we packed the minnows
with the bologna
and cheese sandwiches
and walked
past a waddle of ducks
grass
swishing
at water's edge
the pole in my right hand
forgotten
like my favorite
Converse...
for the memory
of my left hand
lost in his.
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Author: LeeAnn Patrick
LeeAnn writes: "My Name is LeeAnn Patrick I live with my husband, five children and one grandchild in King NC. Most of my poetry involves my family as dedication, subject or inspiration. After finding the market for teachers non-existent, I found a part-time spot at a retail store. My work has appeared in tinfoildresses and The Saint's Placenta."