Grandson running his hand
   over the stubble of
My closely shorn gray beard 

I was once 21
  six years later 
I was 27
 A lot happened, back then

Sometimes, Insomniacal
I count up from my earliest
     memories 
3 years old and the 
   Honeydew bridge
Washing away behind 
  the Mercury wagon
The last car over the river

   It starts there
       my memories 
Yes, a lot happened those 
              69
   Beard softening
Years  later

Scot Gresham-Lancaster
Brunswick ME April 5, 2025
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