sitting at a party, 
someone my father knows
i wonder 
who are these people
and how is it they are so confident
and she's a lawyer 
a party for her new deck 
encircling a tree 
in the front yard
her dad built 
for her
colombian father like mine
a tree house, he said, 
since i never did it when you were little
and she called him her best friend
and i envied that 
that closeness one could have with a father
that i've never had
and i watched 
my father
chatting and laughing 
and felt 
ok with that                
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