delphi
listening to colin's grandfather's records
jazz music
looking at the photographs
the early years marriage children burgeoning vineyard
looking at the man
grey weathered ancient by my measure thinking
how does one get from here to there
colin's grandfather
sets down his whiskey his book assesses
my expression the music the photographs
one day at a time he says
one day at a time it takes no effort i shudder at his words
excusing myself i find colin take me dancing
now
Poetry by one trick pony
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