Max had
been working that week
Helping a
friend’s son move
The money
he made
Wanted to
leave his hands
As quick
as possible
We made
plans for Saturday
Heading to
the city for music
We added a
few chores
And
brought Ezra along
It became
a father and sons trip
We had a
list for groceries
Food for
Father’s Day weekend
There was
the Eagle Scout report
Max had
dragged his feet for a year
Received
an ultimatum for his efforts
Mom had
insisted it be done
Even took
away his instruments
But we
were still working on it
We reached
the record store early
Had an
hour to kill
And all of
Columbia to explore
So we ran over
to the university
Explored
the tree shaded grounds
Round the
old ivied brick structures
Let Ezra
blow off rambunctious energy
As we
passed steaming manhole covers
Exotic arboreal
arrangements
And the
ancient observatory
Then it
was time to leave
Head back
to Manifest for CDs
Passing
the graveyard next to the freeway
Max blurts
out he sees a weeping angel
And if you
see a weeping angel
You
have to stop and look
It must be verified
The Doctor
will need to be informed
We went
back to make sure
But it was
a false alarm
The angel
was just reading
Not being
menacing at all
Didn't even move once
It was
still worth the detour
As we
drove around the narrow road
Enjoying the
panorama of monuments
We found
more than we expected
Ran across
a family name
Sitting there
like it was waiting for us
A little genealogical
serendipity
From our
studious angel 
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