Anti-Father by Rita Dove
I love the last sentence of this one!
Anti-Father
By Rita Dove
Contrary to
tales you told us
summer nights when
the air conditioner
broke—the stars
are not far
apart. Rather
they draw
closer together
with years.
And houses
shrivel, un-lost,
and porches sag;
neighbors phone
to report cracks
in the cellar floor,
roots of the willow
coming up. Stars
speak to a child.
The past
is silent….
Just between
me and you,
woman to man,
outer space is
inconceivably
intimate.
