Ezy Reading:
Mason City, IA
Evan Kanarakis

“Play me a tune, Grandpa!”
And he surely did.
Had me enthralled for hours,
Seated at his feet on the dusty front porch.
Nothing could erase my smile,
Nor his-
A willing jukebox to an overexcited six-year-old boy.
These days,
My faint memories recall the tunes more than the tales,
His precious words long forgotten.
But every now and then
I catch myself humming
A familiar refrain. Some shard of joy to be whistled.
These are now ancient fragments. Puzzle pieces of pure gold.
That take me back,
To the happiest summers of my life.

 

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