Father, Again

Father, Again
By Riley Bounds

Dreamed we
stamped out fires
in a smoldering
home.
You told me
you were proud
of my tribulation
heart,
just don’t trust
every one that’s
bled.
Hugged me
as our dead dog
bayed outside,
and then I woke
to the truths
whispering in
my ceiling. 

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Riley Bounds
Poet & Editor of Solum Literary Press

Photography by Zeus Ramirez