Father's Day 2013The night in Corvallis is cool,
a north wind blew all the pollen
down to Eugene, under halogen lights
the river banks sprout fathers, a gaggle
of bemused men wearing just-off-the-rack
Oregon state sweaters.
I'm in a bar talking to Jon-
getting-a-phd, I shake hands
with his dad.
The old man's name is Brad or Tim.
Maybe Sean, or Marty or Mitch but
it's not worth remembering which,
because fathers die.
Jon wears Goodwill tweed
and sorts his father into a seat.
In Goodwill last Thursday I found
the crank handle to a stove top
popcorn kettle, like my dad's
he had his hands on mine
and I'm nine, he shows me
the secret of popcorn, the smell of
kernels in butter, his cigarette and
Leaving the bar I pass Jon
and his mom and his friends,
I hold my hand out to Tom, or
whoever. I don't say
'good to meet you'
or 'Jon's a great guy there Stan'
"happy father's day dad."
just to have someone to say it to.
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Current Residence: Kansas
Favourite style of art: Italian Renaissance and Dutch Golden Age
Favorite visual artist: Rembrandt
Favorite bands / musical artists: Jethro Tull, Type O Negative
Favorite writer: Poe
Other Interests: I like pirates. And art history. And cute fuzzy things.