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Pastime
Smooth shells sit
on the improvised table of my tiny hand.
After I pry each open
I lick the salt off my fingertips.
I rest my head
on the soft carriage of the couch,
and glance
at my grandfather peering
through his large square glasses,
the gleam of the television reflecting off his face.
The crack of pistachios being opened,
and falling into the empty bucket in front of
us.
~ Craig LoPresti