i don't remember him talking
not much anyway
just watching from the corner of the kitchen
or from the backyard swing
sharpening the chainsaw
smoking
adjusting the radio
and doing grandfather things with me
digging worms and fishing
gardening
picking berries
playing cards
now he lives
but i only have clues and guesses of when and how
in my mum's thoughtful gazes
in our family's thing for music
in a field of blueberries
in a worm on a hook
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