your father
at the bank
where we've waited
for hours, shivers in his
thin blue shirt.
buttoned down,
short sleeved. his khaki
slacks,
darkened where he could
no longer
hold the coffee he'd
been drinking
all morning.
nothing is said. the papers
are signed.
you tell him how much
he is loved
and admired.
then you drive him home
where he changes
in the back room,
showers then comes back
out and says,
tell me if you've heard
this one.
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