Hypnotic sheen
folicular mesmeric skills
and the gentle laugh
of the grandfather we all wish we had
better than our own grandfathers
better than warm sweaters
or hot bowls of soup
on the thousand and ninth day of winter
the only forgiveness
acceptance
and a treasure trove of riches
could come
when the crystal ball
is foggy and snowed in
never showing the future
save that one in our dreams.
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