a plate
of grapes
and cheese. crackers. nothing
fancy.
a knife, a fork.
some cold cuts.
he'd stumble forward
in his hat
his glasses.
his thick socks.
gentle and wavering.
a wizened smile
creased upon his face.
let me know, he'd say,
when
you're ready for a drink.
popcorn?
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