Inheritance:
The look we share—
That handsome, troublesome look
The fingers that punch the keys—
Working words into lines—and lines into stanzas
The books we like—
The Pilgrim's Progress and others that perplex and astound
The movement in our feet and in our legs—
That high that we feel in the long, painful miles that we run
That frightful temper—
Sending cellular telephones like missiles into gypsum walls