Square with me, Grandma. What are you doing in the garage?
Yes, I am throwing away your food storage flour
left over from the Cold War.
They’ve sold almost everything. I’m glad
most of my memories live outside.
Mom finds you praying. I find you mixing leaves in the wind.
Go haunt the shed. There’s a stack of mason jars out there
eating the weak afternoon light, turning the wall
your favorite color.
Are you smiling? You’re smiling.
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