POEM: inheritance

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inheritance

John’s watching Ghostbusters
at a little glass table
in the guest bedroom

every time he chuckles at
one of the laugh lines
I feel like a successful father

there’s no family estate to pass on
so I’m making do with
Ray, Venkman and Egon

the same way my grandfather
gave me Nat Cole and Glen Gray
on the turntable in the credenza

John’s laughing again as the guys
take down Slimer in the dining room
I put one arm around him, pull him close

20 October 2013
Oak Street

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