Jim from Arizona

By Lexy Deming

 

 

My grandpa with the t-shirts

We got him from Gander Mountain

Always playing pranks

Walking slowly about with his white tennis shoes

That have Velcro straps

Squints to read my expression

Through his bifocals

Unable to read his face

When it's time for Mexican Trains

A mischievous smirk plays on his lips

He laughs while grandma prepares a gourmet feast of hamburger meatballs

For their neighbors

The roadrunners

The watermelon that rests on his belt

Doesn't stop him from living

He proudly smiles when I tell him the latest quarters I have found

And he always helps me

Search for the next one.