Benjamin Paloff
The calendar doesn't seem
to care at all
what day it is, or how
many have passed
since my father's last
fall. It's a marvelous actor.
And the plot,
I don't know,
was okay, probably not
worth a jury—prize? trial?
Both, when private grief
can be converted
into the feel-good closer
on the local news
by so slight a thing
as delaying delivery
of a letter
two or three generations.
A pittance, hardly
took a breath
to say it.