12/2/92
this lucky old man
is my father. he is
waving and walking away
from damage he has done.
he is dressed in his good
gray hat, his sunday suit.
he knows himself to be
a lucky man.
today
is his birthday somewhere.
he is ninety.
what he has forgotten
is more than i have seen.
what i have forgotten
is more than i can bear.
he is my father,
our father,
and all of us still love him.
i turn the page, marveling,
jesus christ
what a lucky old man!
