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In the coffee shop, an elderly couple share a newspaper. They've honored this ceremony for fifty years. So lovely, lovely. They're white but I imagine them Indian until they become my father's parents, who died before I was born. Then I imagine myself sitting with my ancestors as we talk about football, politics, and the rain. They study my eyes and say, We didn't know what kind of Indian you'd become. And I reply, Dear Grandmother, Dear Grandfather, I never knew what kind of Indians you were.
I love this poem with its surreal change of landscapes, times, and all matter of characters in the writer/reader's mind or just sitting there in that coffee shop. Not sure if I was 'supposed' to but I laughed out loud at the finale.
A longtime newspaper subscriber, the subscription cost has risen so much that when my subscription ends 3/23/23, it truly E N D S. They said the www would kill newspapers...didn't happen but...
To live long enough includes venturing into a new medium . Doesn't it for a person like westerners serious horse faced at being productive? I assign us to celebrate our ten years relationships. We learned we really learned and I guesstimate the body reason we did not become one person was time apart does not make enough of us fonder. Two and four can be one but the work involved is like fiery war. We are so leathery and tough, self overcoming has to be similarly tough. Parsimonious explanation for beautifully old couples. I looked at the millennial and thought i saw enthusiasts about the long part of love. Seen no lessons to suggest otherwise. Animal being there for each other, in my private language I said they prized over committing. Thank-you for surveillingthe coffee shop. We like that collection of clever people looking for a cleopatras needle to the future. Should they reach for grandparents when ours had alot to say about our metaphysics? Almost it looks like we are more workers than we are wise.