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Searching for My Father's Father's Obituary Online
You died in Missouri, in Oklahoma.
You died in Pennsylvania.
You were a fist, all knuckle
and bone ground to points.
I can only see one fist
at a time, thrusting
through water, mountains,
my father's flesh, then mine.
We waited twenty years
for you, tucked away
in our own cabin.
We trained for you.
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