Longtime gone my father mysterious man
my father wrote a letter
to The Evening Sentinel titled
How to Have a Good Life
Marry, he said, have two children and find a way
to earn a living
my father who sent me postcards
every week when I was in college every week when I
went to the Israeli Peace Corps my father had
a beautiful handwriting never revealed much
he had a difficult mother my father who liked puns
liked comedians liked Jack Paar
played violin and piano and said:
Think the Rain Will Harm the Rhubarb?
Not if it’s in cans.