- A Slip of the Mind
I thought I saw my dad today,waiting at the crossing, paperin hand. The sunlight paintedhim the same colour as the airabove a hayfield.
My hands gripped the wheel,my mouth formed his name.
And then he turned a little,and in turning became a stranger.I sat unmoving at the lightand watched him walk away.A mistake I make a hundredtimes each day. [End Page 126]