Catharsis
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 28 May 2019
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Lions roar and humans
try to remain calm
jagged nerves innocent to
a beast simply
expressing himself at the zoo.
I return home in a state
of youngster-fears
and dream again of the
lion that roars. I twist in fear
of dad’s footsteps
as I am of that large animal
whose footfalls chase
me in my dreams.
Except this moment
is no longer a little boy’s
fantasy. It is a voice from a man--
it’s daddy and I am sure
he’s gulped more
than a few from the tavern
once again. And I cry.
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Sad memory? You've touched on
Sad memory? You've touched on this subject before I think, autobiographically. Sensitive to a child's anguish. Rhiannon
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