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
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