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Padre's Gumbo (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

A tear drips into the stormy sea of my mind. Carried within it, is a image: The mirrored reflection of my father being buried in water and carried off into the pacific. He was a swimmer in life, receiver of the gold metal. Now he only floats, a spicy seasoning being sprinkled into the giant soup pot of earth.

sliver 14-Aug-03/8:33 PM
well done. great emotionn.

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