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Pops knows the way home

There are few things   †
me and the old man ever bonded over; †  
I was never one for team sports † †  
far too wild to be left alone with tools † † †  
outside of banging a few nails in the yard † † †  
† † † †
but Pops  
well, he sure loved golfing. † † †  
† † † †
Heíd attend every Sunday † † †  
(we all got our way of praying) † † †  
and sometimes Iíd tag along † † † †
and listen to him ramble † † † †
about everything and nothing † † †  
as Iíd drag clubs around green. † † † †
† † † †
Itís the military precision † † † †
that made him a devil at the tee. † † † †
† † † †
Gramps was also a mean shot, † † †  
did several rounds in the dirt † † † †
even I canít comprehend † † †  
despite the grit in my boots † † †  
† † † †
but some nights, I hold his picture † † †  
and look at the sepia blood † † †  
staring back at me, wondering † † †  
if we were really that different † † †  
† † † †
as the echoes of his gunfire † † † †
rattle through my empty walls, † † †  
the Brady name laying etched † † †  
on pistols stored in cloths. † † †  
† † † †
It was the final hole; † † †  
Popís footprints left a trail † † †  
in the damp sandbank. † † †  
† † † †
Couldnít have said it better † † †  
myself. † † †  
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