Father

A Poem by Michael Sun Bear

Age 17

I slip quiet through kitchen

Grope blind for bed

In the 1 am night

Forgot the golf balls

I left lying there

One by one

They roll, they bounce

In a staccato poem

Of Oh hell

Yes, he flings door open

“Any more noise I will get my belt!”

© 2025 Michael Sun Bear

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Added on September 22, 2025
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Michael Sun Bear

Shoreline, WA

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Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..