A long gray strand of God’s hair
snakes across the dining room table
out of the chicken casserole.
A portrait of Sequoia sits on the fireplace mantel
with his alphabet inscribed as a paper frame
within the wooden frame.
A bee that inadvertently flew into the house
now bangs all his buzz
on the picture window viewing the terraced garden.
The gray strand of hair is twenty-two feet long
that is why I ascribe it to God
and not grandfather or grandmother.
My Apple computer products
contain the Cherokee font package
as I begin to learn Sequoia’s native language.
I open the door then use my hand against the window
to guide the bee to freedom and home
only to let four flies in.
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