Ned (Written May 28)

Ned

 

With whiskey colored eyes

He stared back at me without

Blinking. He was so tall

 

He made me feel slight,

Though I am not a small

Man. Finally, I had to turn

 

Away. He was a good father,

They say, and I have no reason

To think otherwise. He kept

 

His weakness, as he called it,

Under wraps, except on the rare

Occasion when he felt the need

 

To make a display of his difference,

And get some strong reaction,

One way or the other. He hated

 

Himself and tried everything

To break the habit. And yet,

All dressed up, he had his pride.

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