Vacations with my father

Child hiking out on a sunfish sailboat
We always expected 
that in two short weeks
a whole year could unwind

so that we were left surprised
and still tell stories
of when on the sailboat

your voice broke furious
through the wind
as we stumbled over the bow,

and we all sat then at dinner
frightened, exhausted
trying to find our humor.

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