My Dad's Face

That deep, staccato laugh

Clipping through the evening air

Of the living room.

Those quick winks:

A shared secret

Comedic truce.

Two bushy brows

Straight across,

Solid and defined.

Just like your morals.

My dad’s face

Is nothing and everything

like mine.

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