It Was by Lesléa Newman

It Was

not a stroke
of genius
it was not

a stroke
of luck
it was

a stroke
of misfortune
that befell

my father
leaving him
crumpled

at the foot
of the driveway
next to the garbage

waiting
all morning
to be picked up

by Lesléa Newman, from I Wish My Father

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Editor’s Note: Sometimes poems don’t need to be long or complicated to say something utterly true and heart-wrenching. [My apologies for the lateness of the post; the scheduler went wonky.]