Photographic Memory

Here’s a picture of me and my dad:
            [He’s the one with the salt white head]
I’m the one with the wide green eyes
[He’s the one coming in late]
I’m the one on the back porch waiting
[He’s the one burning leaves at dusk]
I’m the one braced in the window watching
[He’s the one with the pale mechanic’s hands]
I’m the one with the fingers full of rain
[He’s the one with the jangling pockets]
I’m the one pretending to sleep
[He’s the one dancing to the tune of his shoes]
I’m the one always looking back
[He’s the one always just out of sight]

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