Had my early father been a poet / c. 1937

He speaks:–

"Time for a snapshot.

I’ll get the Brownie Instamatic Uncle Frank gave us for Christmas.

Out there, the morning's rain

has released a scent of the junkyard's metal."

He'd go on:––

"It lingers there still. Let's go.

There's not a moment to lose.

Wear that dress you bought at Cherry & Webb

last Saturday. Remember"?

He continues:––

"It's the one you grabbed

from the rack, and it looks great on you.

It fits you well, Annie. You’ve got an eye

for these things. I guess I have, too. haha."

He concludes:––

"Let's go. No kids, cats, friends or relations.

Annie, this will be one for the scrapbooks!

Just you, my love, out back against the house

standing at the drainpipe."

Had my early father been a poet.

Quequechan