Not Quite Dead
Our uncle Bobby died, he told me.
Not quite dead, his brother corrected him.
We buried him!
Oh, yeah. That’s right.
Maybe he was dead.
I kept my comments to myself but hoped so.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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