sitting at a party,
someone my father knows
i wonder
who are these people
and how is it they are so confident
and she's a lawyer
a party for her new deck
encircling a tree
in the front yard
her dad built
for her
colombian father like mine
a tree house, he said,
since i never did it when you were little
and she called him her best friend
and i envied that
that closeness one could have with a father
that i've never had
and i watched
my father
chatting and laughing
and felt
ok with that
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