Tagged: grandpa

knee-high by the fourth

knee-high by the fourth
of july – we are driving
through cornfields, and your

grandpa’s farm wisdom pops out
from nowhere, wings aflutter
.
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mom celebrates three

mom celebrates three
birthdays each year – one for the
moon, one for grandma,

one for grandpa – and so we
follow her to the moon and back
.
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t-minus two days

t-minus two days
till the ninth anniversary
of our loss, your death –

all the religion in the world
could not reopen our channels
.
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i don’t have a good

i don’t have a good
sense of time. everything’s packed
in and loose in the

same spell – like grandpa’s pipe when he
was here with us, now that he’s not
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: packed

on the lunar

(for grandpa)

on the lunar
calendar, we
are celebrating
our birthdays
today, just one
world away
from each
other,
which feels
like multitudes,
on and off
the system
for counting
so many days
apart
.
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we are observing

we are observing
another anniversary
of your death, when
all of a sudden, years
are pressed more
tightly together, days
are returned with
renewed polish,
and our centers
are suspended, not quite
sure which way to topple
.
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the moon that came for

the moon that came for
my grandpa was the one that
came out tonight – a

bloodless grin so familiar,
even the cheshire cat paused
.
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even this morning,

even this morning,
i am hearing for the first
time the tale of grandpa,
bringing home
a pot of Madagascar
periwinkle, and how
his business thrived
for as long as the
garden blossomed
and his seven
buds bloomed
.
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during the fifth

during the fifth
anniversary of your
passing, we were
and were no longer
residuals. i didn’t
say anything, you
didn’t say
anything, but our
bodies sighed
infinitives –
to live, to live,
to touch, to
endure –
nothing
so finite
.
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nothing beats the sound