Transplanting Joy
The wall clock--
Imitating minutes to hours
Of anxiousness, while
The man
Of the year
Standing around in silent wait
As my hope fades
To the unknown grave
The transporter that’ll make
His blank faced
Client sing
A new song this summer, breezes in
With a box
Of spare part gasping
In rhythmic tune, so eager
To welcome--
Its new owner, my Dad
‘Neath a silky sheet, like he’s sleeping
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