Ed Ochester

(1939 / Brooklyn, New York City, New York)

Dreaming About My Father

We're painting the old house in the Hudson Valley
and we're a team, applying the paint so smoothly
that not a drop gets spilled, it's all cream, and
for the first time he has no complaints about
the way I work. "Good job" he says and smiles
when we climb down the ladders and take a break
for a beer. He tells me again about how he loves
this place, how he loves the country, how poor
his family was, growing up in Brooklyn—how ashamed

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