Will Dockery
2017-08-22 18:49:04 UTC
Pops
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something,
as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown,
happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive,
patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something,
as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown,
happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive,
patting dirt.
-Will Dockery