How often will
I walk with my
drunken brother on the
Oregon coast seeing
our father in the
blue sky being
torn to the tides
by his sadness

how often will
a group of Southern
good old boys
at airport restaurant late
night defend a Thai
restaurant owner when
another Southerner
reading “Fear Me”
gets up
and says
“if I don’t get
some attention I’m
leaving without paying”
and the good old
boys wearing navy
hats say sit down
and he does
and the old man
hero sits next to
me on the plane