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      September 9, 2022Uncle NetoMather Schneider

      Uncle Neto was always either standing up
      or lying down.
      He didn’t like to sit.
      He wasn’t fond of chairs
      or stools
      or sofas or any
      of that nonsense.
      Uncle Neto stood up
      at the bar
      he stood up at the party
      stood up at work
      in the yard
      in the living room
      while watching
      a ballgame.
      Have a seat Uncle Neto,
      someone always said.
      Naw,
      I’m ok.
      Eventually he’d go straight
      from standing up
      to lying down.
      Uncle Neto lay down in bed
      Uncle Neto lay down in the kitchen
      Uncle Neto lay down in the yard.
      The only time he ever sat
      was while driving
      his big old green truck
      fidgety behind the wheel
      especially if there was traffic.
      He didn’t like it
      and nobody else liked it either.
      That was Uncle Neto.
      We didn’t understand
      but we loved him.
      We loved him standing up
      or lying down.
      And then finally
      only lying down.

      from #76 - Summer 2022

      Mather Schneider

      “I don’t like trying to come up with something clever for these things. I write poetry and prose when there is something I want to put down. I don’t like writing for the hell of it. My favorite desert animal is the javelina, which looks just like a little pig.”