Sunday June 17, 2012. Fathers Day. Bicentennial Park Beach, Indian Harbor Beach, Florida I saw a man on the beach. A man with skin was so black it shone blue in the sun, Streached tight and smooth over hard lean muscles. He was not a handsome man but his smile lit up his whole face. He walked the beach tall and confident in jams and flip-flops, Surrounded by a flock of young multicolored children. Their skins were brown and tan and pink, Their heads covered in hair of black and brown and gold Children laughing up at him, Vying for his attention. Hanging on his legs and back like limpets, Swinging from his hands and arms like monkeys. Him swinging them around and trying not to trip, Laughing back down at their turned up faces. None of the children shared his deep black skin, None had his face lighting smile. Just from looking I do not know if any of those children were his. Just from looking it doesn't really m...