it would be nice to have somewhere to go

though many of them are forgotten i suppose

still it is nice to have somewhere to go

dad was scattered as ashes,

he's everywhere now, there's nowhere to go

he was so imposing, so composed

he was seething, so inert 

he had land 

his properties 

sold

now he has no dirt 

he had a place in the world 

he was always leaving

i had no place to stay

he said i had no wish to work

he gave me two nickels to rub together

i daydreamed, played the role 

of having no role

to observe and figure how 

to not be a figure

there was a lot to figure out 

how to be here with his absence 

of example 

figuring without figuring out