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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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The King of Comfort

 

 

 

I finally dreamed of you last night, father,

standing in front of Union Hall,

tapping a fresh pack of cigarettes

on your palm, patient and smiling.

 

You were in your comfort zone—

workers circling like subjects

around royalty, eyes upward

waiting to be told what to do.

 

I often wonder if you wanted

to remain a commoner, not forced

to become a king, family in tow,

from the time you wore short pants.  

 

In the dream I had last night,

no one dared speak unless spoken to,

question your confidence and cool,

you who willed open the heavy, wooden doors.

 

                                              -Perry S. Nicholas