by Victor W. Brown (2009)
AC look out across the water in deep thought,
his eyes fixed—
but not really seeing.
He drifts through memories
of his grandfather, Jeremiah Pruitt,
his mother, Zetta,
his father, Augustus Senior.
He thinks of his wife, Lovata—
the calm in his restless tide.
I see him looking,
but he can’t see me.
He has thoughts of his children,
who now
have thoughts
of their own.
Victor W. Brown 
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