Lint ( A Father's Day Poem)

by Anna Lovering
(United States)


In the back of my pocket,
I found a piece of lint.
Your long stranded hair,

A fingernail lost, next
to a pick. In that very same
shred of cotton string grey

I saw a mirrored
reflection of
you.

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