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Visiting Dad

All that stood between us,
was three hours of car sickness and a game of Eye-spy.

Following the towering pylons
that dotted fields; passing electricity

to one another, like a secret.
I’d notice the cats’ eyes fixed in the ground

redundant during day yet,
somehow catching the sun’s face.

But the water towers were my favourite;
they would grow and shrink on every visit,

as if quickly breathing in and out,
whenever I wasn’t looking.

After the road came to a stop,
I found you at Blantier house, your new home.

And all that stood between us,
was a translucent screen, and four prison guards.

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