Dad didn't watch _Ran_ with us
but has taken up reenactment.
We awoke to loud thumps on first floor
First responders opened doors
Billows of smoke rose upstairs
I cannot explain house drafts right now
Just keep closing doors opened, open
doors ignored, un-stormed windows
Dad will tell of smoke. truth is
another matter. comedy, errs.
Our oven is not a space heater.
Our kitchen is not bedroom.
Agreed, we dislike white bread.
Agreed, passive drying techniques are
unworkable, in haze of morning.
Incongruities abound.
Dad as Lear: wide eyed, awake.
Disillusioned, irresponsible.
Walking through thick smoke? I doubt it now.
Aghast, remorseful? Pick one.
Waking to thick smoke, indeed.
It's not dry ice, no movie set here.
Serves for character analysis,
And for ensemble work, too.
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