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Walking alongside Lolo Pedro  (grandfather)

A thin brown 5 AM bag of warm bread
almost too hot too full for me to carry, 1980

My rubber slippers, L oversized
over fathers Kapitan pavement

House,
running up the stair rail corner
you hand carved from a tree
held my radius on sharp one-eighty

Like the bare concrete
of father's walls,

all unfinished