A Living Memory

My grandmother’s alive,
Barely,
So before she’s gone
Maybe,
She can know
If she may not remember,
I remember,

I remember
Then there were trips
To the store, us
Smiling at neighboring dogs,
With names like Scrappy,

Chestnut trees
And sidewalks snarled,
Roots afoot like monsters beneath,

Chestnuts on the ground
Ready to be stomped on,

A solid jump will do,
Both feet planted like
A jam sandwich explosion
Awaited,

Sidewalls of the chestnut,
Big spikey green husk
A morningstar bursting,
Like a big rig tire
On the road side,

Like trees
Made toys
For fun.

 

 

 

 

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