he went homehome was where his parents made theirs because to date he hadnt found a place he might call homeset roots

   all things temporary since he left home

he went home to attend his fathers transitionalfluid he hadnt sought it ninetyfirst birthday

when he left home his father older than his mother by almostexactly two years the eighteen the twentysecond she drafted off him

     50 60 70 80 drafting48 58 68 78

his father would be 89 

                         but that early Spring Trumpvirus his mother quit drafting 

  her death astonished himhe was devastated

if his father turned 88 of course she would too 

                                                   she did not   she let loose the reins

letting loose 

             she diminished his sense of homeof belonging reminded him of mortality to a degree he thought prior he understood 

               he did not

a broken tricycle is not a bicycle

                                 his mother was the wheel who turned and dragged his father and him forwarddragged them in her wake

now they were static 

side by side

             while they embraced their shared axle-axis their unbroken spokes did not turn

 

he still hadnt figured out what to do

griefs funny that way

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