Kile Ozier’s haiku addresses the search through memory for identity.
Editor’s Note: This poem somehow contains within itself an entire childhood. We have a young son at 5-years-old, a missing father (leaving the reader to speculate exactly how and why) and then a growing son desperate in questioning who this man was and, in turn, who he is. Brilliant.
Dad was lost at Five
A ship without a rudder
My father’s son, I?
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