the uncle, the rich
uncle
in his long white caddy,
his spats
and wide brimmed hat.
dapper
as only one can be from
south philly.
a garage mechanic who struck
it rich.
how clean his nails
were now.
confident in a cloud of perfume.
he would pat you on the head
and slip
a five
into your palm
before he kissed your
mother,
his sister farewell
and left
again to be whoever
he thought
he had become.
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