by Tim Peeler
In We See What We Want to See
Photo by Clayton Joe Young
Daddy’s chair
The concrete porch
The kicked in door
The last curve
Before the bridge
Where daddy watched
Seventy-five years
Of cars and trucks
Weave through
Or the country
Watched them come and go
Watched kids grow up and leave
Listened to the music
Of tires and engines
Watched the leaves green
Then yellow then brown
Then fall
Then green again.
Daddy departed,
The wind
Still rocks his chair.
