More in Tasting Peace
i. Grandfather: Arriving
Wheezing
on the train to his son's house
he watches sunrise from a dirty window
along a river
an angler casts
in hip boots and heavy navy coat
the conductor yells,
"Rochester!"
His brittle bones don't yet buckle
only shudder as he tries to catch his breath
ready his single, half-full and beaten brown leather bag
and try to remain calm.
Surprises are nothing like the sun.
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