Riff off a famous Picard line
There are four lights in my grandfather’s house
They go off in this progression: green, blue, red, yellow.
They brighten up his corners in that little white box he calls home.
My grandfather keeps three bourbons in his house.
They are Makers Mark and two others that I forget.
The light reflects through the bottles, making ghostly amber shapes on the walls
and our faces.
There are two flowers in my grandfather’s house.
One is an orchid and one is an Easter Lily.
He stole the orchid from a swamp (not an isolated moment of bravery.)
He forgot to water it.
Now it looks more like a dry husk - no shadows there.
There is one man in my grandfather’s house.
He wears a dark fedora slung over his right eyebrow.
He sings low and deep like a bullfrog,
snaps his fingers in time to music no one can hear.
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