Tony Lane Poet Free verse

For Sale

“How is my car?” He asked me as I sat down on his bed.
“It’s fine dad, running great.” 
There was hidden context to his question.
“You still have it?”
He was sure that we were selling everything he owned.
“It’s parked in my driveway.”
It usually was.
“I’d like to take a ride in it.”
Watching my face for a tell.
“When the weather gets better we’ll get you out more.”
My standard put off line. 
I wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to.
“Do you want it?”
Offering me his prized possession. 
The last memento of sweet independence.
“Your car? Dad I have a car.”
 “Do any of the others need it?”
He must sense that something is up.
“No dad, it’s an extra.”
We don’t even need his prized possession.
“What’s it worth?”
Testing the water.
“I don’t know, maybe $12,000.”
His eyebrows raised, a king’s ransom.
“Not bad, not bad.”
Numbers no longer mean anything to him, 
it must have sounded good.
“Do you want me to sell it?”
Testing the water.
“Let’s think about it a bit.”
Not yet.
“OK dad.”
As I drive his car away I put the for sale sign back in the window.

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