Keepsake
It's cold this morning,
Though the last few days were warm;
March is such a tease
The apple blossoms like it
When the summer heat's delayed
She does not accept
(One should not appear too eager)
His first advance
All the grandchildren gather
For his eighty-fifth birthday
In the nearby park
Under the shade of some trees
It is still too hot
They share a glass of ice tea
After tending the garden
The dishwasher hums
Overhead a plane passes
A neighbor's dog barks
While the October full moon
Watches as the dry leaves fall
He shuffles the deck,
Then deals the cards to his friends;
Monthly poker night
A stack of coats and mittens
Lies on the living room couch
Ready to be sent,
Along with other discards,
To the Goodwill Store
She retrieves one photograph,
"I'll keep this one after all."
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