I swim across the Susquehanna, fetch
three pebbles on the banktogether in my pocket coins and rocks
announce my stroll
sweeping the driveway, Norm nods
in my direction - I tip my hat
gritting the toothpick with a laugh
and pass a pocket full of change
two bells greet me at Beeman’s
coffee waits on the linoleum while the switch hitter waitress teases
about a different dessert
it’s Thursday, 4 o’clock
Time to pie with gramps 
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