(For Peter J. Harris and Romaine Washington)
Room Crowded with Crusty noses
& Pink Eye Curiosity welcomed
today’s art teacher in my son’s 1st grade class.
Crayon conversations on paper mimicked
Umizoomi sketch smiles
Sponge Bob frowns
I am a father who is the son of two fathers.
The son of two men who loved my mother.
Biology of one man birthed my voice.
Another man’s scaffolding water colored my hands.
Legacy of both men
re-appearance of Ellison’s Invisible man
no longer disappearing,
shattering Wright’s Bigger Thomas statistic seeping
circus mirror reflection.
Now- Hero to my son,
his Batman, Superman, Spiderman
painting elementary memories for a father-famished generation.