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,
Cover Page Footnote
Without Wings was originally published at Booth.
Di Stefano, Dante
Booth: Vol. 7
, Article 2.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol7/iss5/2