still chasing that

i see my father

at ninety two

sitting glumly in the sun.

he's in distress. his love, his new

love

has lost

a son.

at sixty one, no less.

dead

just like that watching a game.

a stroke,

a heart attack.

but now

she can't come over.

and bring him cake.

there's arrangements to

be made.

a funeral to be

planned.

she can't visit today and

bring him what he needs most

some sort

of affection.

still chasing that, after

all these years.

still all about him.

his

losses

his fear.