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Dragons

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In memoriam Francis X. Hogan (1913-1974)

On Sunday mornings in March my father
would take a homemade kite broad as his back
up the hill near Reeve's Farm.
This was how men learned of flight
he told me then.

Racing down that hill to catch the wind
where there was none to speak of,

the kite (gradually lifting) caught at last
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Alejandra Olivas 26 December 2018

Cool poem, was it inspired my your father?

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michael Hogan 26 December 2018

Yes, it was Alejandra. Glad you liked it!

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