Father Son Day at an Art District Pizza Joint

FATHER SON DAY AT AN ART DISTRICT PIZZA JOINT

“How Blue the Moon,” in speakers up above,

my son so eager for his cheese pizza.

The art district, the portion that we saw

was shadowed by a wooden carved out dove.

Where used bookstores and coffee shops excel.

So hidden by a frozen yogurt sign

a bar is opening a formal line

a step away from where we sit and smell.

The smell of garlic roasting in the stove

and we sit eye to eye, me and my son,

a joke is passed between us with a smile.

In silence our words sat on lips and dove

on our table like an accordion

as we try to make each bite last a mile.

 

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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