+ 1ST POEMS: The Surprising Remarks My Father Made, On The Way Home, During A Workday's Afternoon, Late Summer, 1976

Driving, he said, "Your friendship with BlueShift

"is really just a kind of Love."

This validation from him was like a soaring lift

into the various starfields in the sky above,

and a brief healing of a long dividing rift.


Starward-Led

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