We’ve been getting our wills organized which has involved visits to a lawyer. I’m intrigued by legal language, people talk of it as convoluted but I find it, within the seeming verbosity, singularly precise: it says exactly what’s intended …
THE LAWYER
papers piled
on his desk
in he says
coherent system
one hand lifts 
to a yellow file
my name tabbed
in black ink
other folders
stay balanced
as he opens
reads corrects
in meager space
remaining within
the systematic
disorder
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
