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Without Wings


after Milton Kessler

When my dad began dying and no pebble,

no ocean, no altar, could coop my grief,

I went through his dresser drawers

to find my legacy in pill bottles filled with buffalo nickels and wheat pennies,

the shoe boxes stuffed with bills and receipts

from fifty years of saving, the postal badges

from thirty years of work,

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Without Wings was originally published at Booth.