Here wore orange but wasn’t hunting.
Sitting across from us, he spoke
Saying a line to free the silence
“It’s good to see you both.”
Grandma traced crosses
Against the steel stained table.
Listening to quiet TV,
Wondering where she went wrong
And if taxpayers pay for the cable.
He wore orange but wasn’t hunting.
Games used to be his favorite.
The woods behind his house was full
Of deer stands, twisted paths, and
Traps.
Some visitors played cards
Proving people can follow rules.
But we just sat,
the three of us,
And waited till the hour passed.
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