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- my grandfather
- wears his wife on his jeans.
- her cockeyed stitches, loose and
- thick gold against the patchwork mess
- he wears on his legs, keep him warm
- while the morning draft claws at
- his ankles in the early spring.
- i wear long-johns i
- bought from Target and they
- sag and catch on the
- weeds i can't keep out.
- my grandfather's grass
- is green and splays
- out up into the low sky
- like fresh wake on the beach,
- less like blades, more like
- the springy green sea a
- near-blind child has always known.
- my grandfather
- always asks me to hold the rope
- by which he drops his seeds,
- sure to grow up stronger than
- any i plant at home. i
- think he goes back once i leave
- so he can fix my
- unhandy work because
- damn those rows are straight.
- my grandfather
- gives his basket of
- tomatoes and cucumbers and
- carrots brown with the thick soil
- of a good yard to his wife who
- puts them in a stew that only he and she
- will eat, but i can't cook the
- broken, yellow, sickly dahlias
- back behind my house.
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