a man I didn't even know
just met at a store
and stopped to share a beer with
told me "my grandfather owned his home
owned his car
owned his tools and shed
I wonder if I'll ever get there"
he stopped
we watched a butterfly looking for a flower
"I'm like that" he said
"I work and flit and work and flit
and sometimes get home with the pollen
but usually lose it to the bigger butterflies
the ones with claws and teeth"
he shook his head and took a swig then stood
"I want to tell my son how to grow up
but haven't figured it out myself
whatever my grandfather knew
my father lost
and I ran by not listening"
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