MAYDAY

Tesserae
by Hedy Habra

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When I close my eyes
  I see the child in me
hug the hour hand
  licked by the flame
of memory emerging
  in stark darkness

 

a faint light filters
  through cracks
a half-open door
  frames a shadow
tiptoeing to make
  the moment endure

 

some nights fired
  tesserae reassemble
the father who left too soon
  guides the child’s
first steps holds the tiny hand
  over the ruled page

 

 

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