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I am 80

And a man

I sit, like my grandfather sat, on the back porch while the family fusses and buzzes in doors

He would tape the lenses of his aviators with masking tape, which would yellow and peel over time

To not be disturbed by anything, you know

Not even the sun’s light

I sit with a blanket over my out stretched legs

Drinking a mug of “tea” that is actually 3 shots of Bailey’s on the rocks but for my mom’s sake, it is tea.

It is too quiet here.

No signs of life from the surrounding homes

Homes that look a lot like this home

A minivan pulled into a garage half an hour ago

And my father, who refreshes the bird feeder

And the rubbing together of ice cubs

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