REMEMBRANCES
(Cape Cod)

RICK DOBLE

My father's funeral --
old friends call me
by my childhood name

His ashes damp
we wandered behind our house
in the night snow
on the pond

The froth of white caps
blowing backwards
in a plume --
how he loved this moment

At Durgin-Parks restaurant
I eat the same
halibut, cornbread
as my grandfathers

Walking past
the orphanage playground --
my wife and I talk
of having a child

Rick Doble's writing and photographs can be found here. Please visit him. The trip is worth your while.

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