hanging pictures with my father – Lyndsey Weiner

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