Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Three
Meeting Dad Again
Thirty years later, Dad came back
and we met again for Ham and Yams at Toffenetti’s.
Pouring his tea, he told me how once
he had to restore power
to a newspaper warehouse
and the storm broke again
and lightning cracked his ladder.
He spent the whole day, he said,
sitting in that dark warehouse,
waiting for the lightning to stop
and for the truck to bring a new ladder.
He had a great time, he said,
next to a flickering lantern,
reading for hours the Sunday comics
printed and stacked
six months in advance.