full of corn, he says,
standing
on his porch
which is about to cave in.
we had cows.
that over
there was the school,
my kids went to.
he points
to a pile of red bricks
across the road.
it was different
then, he says.
we played bingo on
Saturday nights
at the Knights of Columbus Hall.
my kids were young,
my wife alive.
she won the blue ribbon
nearly every year
she entered her blueberry pie.
there was so much time
ahead of us, so much time.
i'm sorry, he says,
for going on like this,
i've taken up
enough of your time.
go ahead and plant your sign.
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