FOR MY DAD, FROM YOUR DAUGHTER

    HEXAGON

  You are shaped to pure
                                                               
  perfection
                                                       
  In your abstract purity

  At every corner you represent

  a breakage from the scene

  That life so purposely forces
  onto you

   For you are not as simple as a

   Circle

   And a triangle, far too lean

   Communication, union,
   balance, you have lost so
   effortlessly

   You epitomize the inability to
   be simple

   You strike out at every corner

   Yet, in a triumph to not wander
   too far

   You return

   And,

   with it

   complete a whole