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(for my father)

I say ‘he’ when talking
about both him and me.
The one born to bear
and the one known to know
and a third similar
to the sum of ‘we’.

Can he describe the
conflict he had with
his father as conflict?
It did not cut new
wounds nor open old.
All is intact.

He knows I’m correct
and mistaken I see
the same oppositely lent
face facing outward in
but not in contact with
its time-traveled twin.

The more I try to seem
not thrown into the same
river of challenge to come out
with his dripping garb
and aching muscles
the more we do.

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