grandfather asked me to buy gasoline in a rainstorm

Grandfather, I stood watching your mouth
watch me. I opened my own to speak
 
but the thunder and rain swallowed
the rest of my voice.
 
Grandfather, I looked out towards the flooded
bridge and imagined my feet searching
 
for where the bridge began and the road
ended so I could cross.
 
Grandfather, when thunder struck
again, I could only
 
hear your loud go
above my nearly silent, no

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