on a couch older than me
my uncle's viking beard turns
His mother's ice cube eyes flash
as he shows off something fancy
"Not bad for a Mick from Brewah, eh?"
I see him counting before he stands
See his knees
still remembering morning basketball
I love you, Uncle
I love /you/
Yaya,
Dranma
Even "cracker"
Nana sits fast in her chair
smiling and full
If generations
want to get along
with each other
one can't think it's better
because it's bigger
the dust settles
on his children's rooms
Grown past the game boys
and college sweatshirts
and twin beds
2 days ago
2 comments:
Wow. I want to write like you when I grow up.
No problem--keep eating your spinach, and you'll be popeyeing folks before you know it!
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