Clifton's

Of course I do not know
if it was the proper summer
or the summer that was coming

but only my father
that was back to write
after months, years

a long period
in which no one
couldn't see him

through those books
he read in the shelter
to which he had set on fire

after the absence from the scenes
what he wanted to tell us
what they wanted to say to him

after my mother
he asked
divorce & food

& decided to never come back
she had left him with a letter
abandoned on the cupboard

the last time I saw them
at a table, together
was at Clifton's.