a dog.
a friend in chicago
that he
calls.
he has a book on trains.
he likes
trains.
and stamps
from all over the world.
he wears suspenders
and hats,
wears plaid.
he likes to listen to verna
lynn
on the stereo.
he leaves his boots
by the door,
the umbrella in a rack.
he gets periodicals
in the mail.
he's a grown
man
with a thin mustache,
stuck happily in the past.
i admire that.
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