Dan Gerber Poems

You know how, after it rains,
my father told me one August afternoon
when I struggled with something
hurtful my best friend had said,
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When you are angry it's your gentle self
I love until that's who you are.
In any case, I can't love this anger any more
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My mother weeping
in the dark hallway, in the arms of a man,
not my father,
as I sat at the top of the stairs unnoticed—
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