MY FATHER IS

my father is sixty-six
I wish him good health and a good mood

one day he came over to Armenia with my mom
He was shown an ancient manuscript, an Armenian translation of Plato

“oh, I remember that,” my dad said. “I translated it from old Greek.”
That was something I didn’t know, and that he knew old Greek

another time he told me a secret:
he had been working on the Net since 1969

fathers are mysterious
Fathers are full of surprises

my dad is a magic poplar
My dad is a fantastic black car speeding through the night

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[Picture: Roots by reading_is_dangerous]