It's obvious, isn't it,
to note how early it gets so dark
nowadays? I've been thinking about St. Louis.
We stood in the sun, our daughter
lolling in the grass, and I thought
about a park in St. Charles.
Grandpa, much younger, with a hat on.
Swings. How our daughter loves to swing.
Wasn't it Frost who said, Earth's the right place
for love? And a photograph:
Grandpa ready to ship off in the Navy,
next to a swing set, whisky bottle upended
over his mouth. Those old photographs.
A world so different. Grandpa:
I miss your scratchy face.
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