My father

                        			wants to know where
                                                 						my mother is.
                                        
She is
back in the land
where her grandfather built the first railroad
as she got lost in his house of eighty rooms,
the land where my father's mother sat
on the single pair of pants
between eight sons
all night
to dry it.

I dreamed last night
my father came to my house.
He lay down on my bed.
He wanted to know where
                                				my mother is.



Brandywine
2/24/98