#2,456 Inherited Tracks

Mike Bell/ July 1, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

What of my things will
my kids keep?
I have a
photo of my father
[&
others stacked away] –

I rub on waft of recalls –

creosote & fuel whiffs –

him all elbow-deep at
engines & stirred pots
& his policing work of
rota & shift lined up
[&
no loud regretting of a
life of quiet marriage &
father to broiled boys –

nothing e’er said] –
I’m
not as noble as he was
[I feel my sin] –

What’ll
be stacked by my kids
from my piling things?