Log Cabin Chronicles

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


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