Some rain,
looking
for a bed which folds
up
so dad an breath
better.

Lost on Wisconsin byways,
little highways of names and numbers.
Alternate routes in the country side
take me to places like South Milwaukee,
which is south of south Milwaukee
and heads down to the port.
A defunct railroad,
industrial piles,
close to where the sailors used to come
in to stroll the avenues downtown
whistling at everyone.

Dad maintains today even with his lungs filling.

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