eighty-one,
my father building
new closet shelves,
once more rearranging
the deepening layers
You can be a writer
my dad once said
though hoping, I suspect,
I'd do something sensible
—Simply Haiku, Spring 2008
Over the past couple of years, he's spoken again of building shelves. I don't get it. And this time, I can't see him getting around to it.