to change a light bulb for my father.
he hugs me
and hands me the bulb
as i enter his apartment.
he points down the dark hallway
and says, that one.
i reach up and spin
the dead bulb, replacing it
with a new one. seventy five watts.
can you reset my clocks, he
says. i almost forgot.
the time changed again.
but that's the list.
we eat a sandwich together
at his kitchen table.
he's very stingy with his egg salad.
he seems nervous. he looks old.
his blue eyes are crinkled and
sad behind his bushy eyebrows.
i love you, he says at the door,
handing me a bottle of water
for the ride,
i love you too, i tell him.
then i drive home.
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