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Dad’s accordion gestures
scratchy fiddle
ruckus guitar
grandma’s washboard

He was blind, could not see through the dark
A volt of electricity stiffened his spine
He imagined a swarm of bats dash behind him
the wind pushing against the pane of the window.

It’s all here
a few fleeting
musical moments
all here

I struggled through Junior Life-Saving, couldn’t tug the drowning man pool-side, though I got him off the bottom okay. The instructor said I just needed a little more weight.

We left sterile bland room
Mom alone beside bed
as the end neared

Patiently she hangs
until fall’s ripening
when expert hands
carefully clip her cluster

She looked up,
saw him watching her,
and felt naked.

You keep on turning beautiful but useless
cartwheels in the sand

I’ve been spotted wasting time,
drinking a wine far too good for me-all by myself

Scanning my translucent reflection
in the apathetic window
of the departing train
I wondered if
I would ever be enough.