person David Bankson, two poems
David Bankson lives in Texas. He was finalist in the 2017 Concīs Pith of Prose and Poem contest, and his poetry and microfiction can be found in concis, (b)oink, Thank You for Swallowing, Artifact Nouveau, Riggwelter Press, Five 2 One Magazine, etc.
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“What Dad Saw at the Reunion”
The blind see paintings
like soft music.
On the back porch
my father is a sightless pine,
receives the blur
of familial body language,
cannot digest
strewn needles
of our visages.
My son’s crayon,
my wife’s painting,
my sister’s makeup
all make vague patterns:
Chimes ring clear
from the front porch,
laughing faces
unfold like origami
in a bell jar,
cardinals land as paint spots,
twirl and alight here
into a whirlpool of colors.
A visual orchestra.
Pine shines aloud, then profound.
The trunk sways
with the colors in his mind,
his ears alive from outside,
the euphonious pine.
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