Dad’s face

In words it is my deal in silence,
An agreement with electric fan,
A stillness breathing in night air.

Sixty six years of dad’s still face
Was as if it was an electric fan
Whirring in a room’s midnight.

Wipe the dust off the fan’s face
To experience death’s stillness
Still a running proxy for away.

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