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He preserved by forty years
every day of
work
toil
gulping honey browns –
Now filled with daughters,
lockers of deep sea tuna steaks,
purple hearts,
Bricks and two-pane glass sit portrait-cast
framed in brittle gold leaf,
The still postcard of
a life well-earned
and quiet.
Collapse.
One last wind humbly offers
the final sweep of leaves
to the bone white curb.