scraggy grey beard
tan suit jacket
no tie
he sits in your sunroom
squinting brightness
his voice barely a whisper
hands quiet in his lap
you strain to hear every word
like pearls on a necklace
each one the same round perfection
but unique
opaque beauty
firm
true
created in struggle
around a grain
of pain
and a scraggy love emerges
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