Investment (a poem)

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Investment

6.07.2007



For Henry Midgely


Some fathers obsess over numbers.

And when all comes tumbling down,

There is only an echo of restraint,

A dictate unfavored,

A moral that isn’t.



Others know to invest.

And it is risky. What defines a child

Is luxury taken for granted; the cries

Emitted for privilege; perhaps also

The moral that remains.







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