Uncle Dave

my uncle on my moms side

did not enter my thoughts with the volume a family member should.

an air force pilot turned cynic 

i thought his purple heart meant his organ was the color of lilacs.

but his heart is bigger than a flower. 

in fact, it takes up the whole room.

tints the walls a golden color. 

after some wine and talk 

he leans in close

and tells me that his boat is always mine. 

he decided to sail the world two years ago.

he’s made it to the pacific northwest. 

maybe i will find myself stopping into his corner of the world

for i am forever dipping into the extremes around me.

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