November 7, 2017 (I was 72)
Later that year he died but before that
he had designed and made a model house
of balsa frame and beams an accomplishment
a step up for a draftsman’s dream of architecture
I didn’t know he’d done it nor the hours it took
too young to have an understanding of any of it
From the backseat of the car I watched
He carried it out the door of the office in the rain
both arms under it as if he held the earth beneath
I’m sure I saw him smile coming through the wet until
I saw him slip and toss it airborne for ghastly seconds
before it shattered and splintered between us
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