satelite dishes lined the back yards..
rows of them where corn..
sunflowers…and greens once grew…bringing in signals while inside the old man watched Sunday morning television shows….

he just kept flipping through channels….nothing catching his eye…an occasional comment, Boy that Trump sure is a nutjob…
and who does she think she’s foolin,’ he’d say…continuing to flip…

outside the sun and the warmth began…the wet grass shined…there was a smell of alfalfa…but the old man stayed inside….away from nature…

Bernie Sanders, pop said, Well…we got a black guy in there….why not a New York Jew….uh?…..

then dad poured his Pepsi…was quiet…flipped some more on the remote…said, Uh….progress…