The sun was halfway down...


The sun was halfway down 

the evening after Grandma's graveside service. 

Grandpa passed away the year before.


I walked past windows inside which they used to sit, 

reading or watching news. 

It felt like fall. 


And I remembered afternoons spent fixing fence, 

walking home for supper slowly because Grandpa was old 

and so that we could talk about the blackbirds or the cows.


I leaned against the pasture gate. 

A half-grown mule deer looked up 

from what was left of one remaining Ranger Alfalfa plant. 

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