Bemused, I go with an enthusiasm.
an interruption as always
a phone call disturbs.
Laying the papers aside
I answer and get engrossed
in the conversation.
It is gossip in a way
talking of a cousin,
a very distant one.
The caller, I know
brags and drags
spites and curses.
The call goes on
for hours, I listen
with little interest.
For the first half an hour
I say yes or no, to keep
the exchange alive.
I am wrong, so to say,
affirmations outnumber
denials.
Half way through
I lose track, as I bury
myself in the documents.
Those being the wills
and probates drawn
by the forefathers.
The inheritance, I track
goes down with ease
to generations.
I decipher division of properties
could not detect even
a single digit multiplication.
The caller has hung up
long time ago. My phone
is on remains silent.
One reply on “I Peruse The Documents”
Whoa. Those last two stanzas are so good