Flat-line

 

Wife gone, passed, deceased,

Dad packs, travels -- ruins,

 

desert, Hawaii, the beach,

Santa Fe galleries, museums

 

back East. Home, he collapses,

dies in the street. The kids

 

fly in, search attic for gold,

freezer for cash, argue

 

to ease grief. Lawyer looks up

brewhaha -- finally discovers  

 

brouhaha, bills it as research.

He settles the will, bills that too.

                             Timothy Pilgrim