July 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Four
James Babbs
My Uncle Reminds Me

my uncle reminds
me of my father
the same
bloated look in
his face and
the slow painful
shuffle of his feet
when I see him
picking up his
prescriptions at
the pharmacy or
shopping at
the grocery store
I tell myself
I should go and
visit him
I mean
we live in
the same town and
I see him
all the time
driving by but
another day passes
a week and
I donít go
to visit him
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