When
I was a kid
my dad
would
sometimes look
over at me
and say
Point the antennae at Memphis,
and I would
go outside and
wonder
which way Memphis was,
and I would
twist
the aluminum pole.
After a moment
he would shout,
Okay
and I would
come back in
and watch T.V.
with him,
enjoying
my Salisbury steak.
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