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POEM: the man in the waiting room

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the man in the waiting room

my grandpa never wore
a fedora like the one
the old man is wearing
as he leans over my desk
(at least not when I knew him)

my grandpa didn’t have
the same bulbous Fields nose
showing the signs of
too many upward bends
of the elbow

but something about this man
as he asks me for a pen
to do the crossword
causes tears to fill my eyes
and I have to look away

28 October 2013
Oak Street

Published in Family My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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