my father’s eyes
were tinged
with sadness
even when
he smiled
with occasional flashes
of anger
at what
could only be called
life
this
I grew to understand
came from reading
three newspapers
a day
the news
reading the news
it’s hard
reading the news
the face
of some politicians
makes me nauseous
in my head
my father’s eyes: for a certain friend of mine
were tinged
with sadness
even when
he smiled
with occasional flashes
of anger
at what
could only be called
life
this
I grew to understand
came from reading
three newspapers
a day