Miscalculation
Memory leading to relief

Inching forwards on the dream
the solid soft hands
in my lap, on my neck
I give the time of day
to my bank account
and then I have to wait
Squashing about the leaves
in Morden Park
I give up on trying to make
those calculations for a while
but these are switched out
for how long it’s been
since I got to do this with
my father, crushing through
Alberta fall in moccasins
how long its been since I…