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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