Sailing With My Father
Historically a quiet man with an
extraordinarily dry wit
When sailing your quietude
became fierce, sailing on
the edge
The hand with a piece of shrapnel
from a war on the tiller, holding
steady
Face turned windward, eyes
noting obstacles, checking
cat tail direction
The rush of wind caught to
fill the sails
We were happy.
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Dedicated, in Love and Memory, to my father, Mahlon Hendrickson Dunn, Jr., 1914-1992 / Until we meet again.
© Jessan Dunn Otis, August 6, 2018
Jessan Dunn Otis | Writer 
Cat Tails I have a poem with them two.Nice memory of DAD
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Thanks John. Much appreciated.
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nice to come across this once again. Will prod me to the old floppy discs to see if I missed a poem or two and find the Cat Tail poem
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Happy that you came across this, again, John. I’ll take small credit for prodding you to resuscitate and review old floppy discs of missed poems. Perhaps you and I can try, again, to get together to talk about your writing. What say you, please, John? P.S. “two” = too.
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