Eyes sharp as swords
vigilante Athos
powerful Porthos
cautious Aramis
sabre-like prancing in the back-yard
grandpa watch with visionary eyes
smoking his cigarette
coffee-cup gripped firmly in his hand
can’t let go of this drink
as they dart swiftly around the shed
tumbling bits and pieces of dead wood
these tall trees are innocent of their dead
they holler at each other
echoing their togetherness
one for all
all for one
like three Musketeers
grandiose joy in freedom
watching grandchildren growing up.
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