my father's face in mine,
though he never wore a beard,
or let anyone see his dick.
We are two very
different people.
After sixty years
in California,
he still had
a Midwestern mind.
When I think of his father,
Grandpa,
I realize
that my mind
is a farmer's mind,
and I'm a little
Midwestern, too.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
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