Woke up this morning in my grandpa's bed.
Put the kettle on for coffee on my grandpa's stove
Took a walk down Grandpa's driveway
looking up at constellations--
the very ones I learned from him.
I paused next to Grandpa's arched, white mailbox,
Stared up at Venus to the east-southeast.
That was when I realized
Today, March 13
Is the day I lost my grandpa--
Seven years ago,
the world at this very point in its wide orbit
end-of-winter stars in these places overhead--
a Universe eternal save his heartbeat.
He died
On a Tuesday
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