Tagged: grandfather

at grandfather’s house

at grandfather’s house,
tea flowed into the contours
of conversation –

inspiring the palate, unfurling
each tightly held message
.
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walks are more often

walks are more often
than not
magical – starting
with those early
mornings when
grandpa took my
hand in his
while we glided
two inches above
the path
the
whole way – when
for a little while,
everything
glowed
.
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so this is how it feels

so this is how it feels
to be all of a sudden so
grandfather clockless
with no steady
hands to guide us
from the one to the
three, no crossing of
paths, almost by chance
at 12 noon or 2:10
or 3:16; no one to
dust off my sleep,
and say that is
enough
, or pack
up the tears, and
say this, too,
shall pass

meanwhile
the drunkard
known as
time takes another
swig of death
and passes
out in an
unmarked alleyway
.
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