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Cape Cod 1966

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We used to have picnics on a bayside beach.

My grandmother was too frail to walk on the sand,

So we used to carry her from the car

Which made her grumble,

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Which was just grandma.

We never knew how much she hated being carried

Because we were so busy feeling manly,

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My brother and I.

And once we got her settled out of the breeze

She would say

"There, this is nice. . ." or something like that

And smile.

And when you are young you never question a smile.

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So that was our permission to run off

Leaving our half-eaten sandwiches

While she sat there under her hat

Facing outward to the bay.


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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger  and author of several books, the latest: 13 Seeds: Health, Karma and Initiation. Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic (more...)

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