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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Larry Schug

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Grandpa rocks back and forth on the porch,
so slowly he seems asleep,
lulled by the purr of his son's diesel tractor
idling in the turn-around
beneath a broken old boxelder
that once shaded the horses
as they rested and drank after plowing.
Where the horses once slopped,
a thick patch of green grass
ringed the wooden trough,
now there stands a fuel barrel,
weeds splashed black beneath a leaky spigot.
Grandpa appears to be still dozing,
but he's out somewhere walking through his life.