B&W dads

And then we see old b&w dads who stare from photo  corners, in rolled up shirts, sizes of sons. Memories hit as pellets in faces. They make us dreamy in  faces, about dads the present size of our sons.

Dad froze at son’s present size in vintage b&w college photos. He is not even sepia like crows. It is the words that connect us as  pebbles in our men’s faces and dad’s face from old space.

Words are not sepia like crows just  pebbles dropped in faces. They hurt us deeply like pellets.


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