Old Men
White tops invite
an old man's story in for
ear's listen. The shade
creeps up behind the
elders' circle's edge
of lawn chairs,
inducingly pushing
the men
to sleep.
Beer
nudges the wrinkles
and wear out of their
tired eyes, and lifts their
shoulders, curves their backs, and switches
their postures in to hear
the muffled grunts heave in and out
of Old Pa's speech.
Mam screamed at me,
while Grandpa
fell off his chair
And I fell off my feet, after that ball
was thrown at my head.
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