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GRANDPA’S VISIT

Grandpa’s sleeping in the chair.
I have to be aware of Paul,
who likes to plunge fists
into Grandpa’s lap.

Still Florida noon
hangs outside the living room.
Ann and I unweaned
hug motherhood to my breast.

Throbbing with snores,
the moment moves,
as Grandpa tries to
sleep himself away.

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