He smoked Luckies
And he was a Dodgers fan
I remember watching him shave
With an electric of some sort
And he was a Protestant
And a Kentuckian
And a Democrat
Beyond that I have no idea
Did he shoot Winchester or Remington?
What was his aftershave?
His reels, I’m sure, were Shakespeares
After he died, Mom sold most of his tackle
My sister watched me salt a beer once
And said
“Daddy used to do that.”
It was then that I realized
I’d spent fifty years
Chasing a ghost