at ninety-four has his girlfriend
call me
on the phone.
the final love of his
life,
perhaps.
we talk turkey
and pie.
whipped cream.
he wants to know when i
will arrive.
i remember as a child
asking him
the same thing
on a long distance
call,
and staring out the
window
hoping
on Christmas morning
to see his car.
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