Their dramatis personae: faith, hope and a trick. Allegiance
to some logic. Perhaps, a hot look on a cold night—
the debt is, but to whom.
I remember to pluck the forget-me-nots.
Keepsakes undocumented in my weight of assets.
I have been given so much—
at the end of his life, my father’s dementia
made loops of if there is any score I can settle, say it now.
Why wreck a wreck that’s wrecked?
I misunderstood value: a broken ship in a bottle
is still a vessel. I have no currency to a man out of time.