- Image by Paul J Everett via Flickr
Red cheek weather
And Grandpa’s chili.
Autumn’s fallen soldiers
Kiss my mothers headstone.
Hot, thick, wool pants;
Red and gray hunting socks.
New rubber boots with Indiana clay
Swallowing their
Soles.
Patience.
Deer hide gloves
Gripping, squeezing,
A pheasant cartwheels through a puddle.
It stops to stare at its refection in a
Dented, scarred hubcap near
My foot.
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