hanging pictures with my father
hammer tangle of gold hooks silver wire
in his pants pocket
the level with its three green bubbles
he’d gone downstairs for the step stool
afternoon sunlight on the snow floods
in the french doors
gray walls white trim polished wood floor
my parents have painted
for when they don’t live here anymore
watercolors of a maine island
my father was summer doctor there with his wife
before my mother
hold it here finger on the wall pencil mark
his teeth submerged
in a green glass by the bathroom sink
the sun sets over seagulls on a rock
his slipper bottoms on the rubber of the step stool
we step back to look
Lyndsey Weiner
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