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On Things That Never Change (And Things That Do)


My father and I go on walks,

And today I change my shoes before we leave

But he doesn’t notice,

And I watch moon and feel our strides,

And hear our walking music--our two voices,

Though today there are three sounds: our voices

And the coins he handed me earlier

Singing from my pocket,

And I laugh to myself for a moment

Because sometimes change is quiet,

Sometimes it’s loud,

And other times things don’t change at all.



Revisiting this today after my dad's birthday yesterday and a poetry reading I attended tonight. Dad, you are my favorite thing to write about.

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rabell.sara
Oct 25, 2023

Best father and daughter duo! This is beautiful just like you. So proud of you!

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Carolina Pino
Carolina Pino
Oct 25, 2023

Brilliant & beautiful all in the same moment! You never cease to amaze me :)

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