After Zeno For My Father, Kay Ryan

After Zeno
For my father
By Kay Ryan

When he was
I was.
But I still am
and he is still.

Where is is
when is is was?
I have an is
but where is his?

Now here—
no where:
such a little
fatal pause.

There’s no sense
in past tense.

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