summer began with
the long drive to get there
grandma's front porch
from rice and old bottle caps
we made our own tambourines
summer began with
the long drive to get there
grandma's front porch
from rice and old bottle caps
we made our own tambourines
approaching train
a boy with his hands
over his ears
as if the noise were gunshots
on the Fourth of July
an old woman seated
on a low railing
she faces the windows
with rooms as dark
as her black sweater
harvest time
a bale of hay tied
to the horse's back
by a boy who looks younger
than the horse
the future shaped by
the boy's pointed elbows,
the curve of the haystack,
and the bend
in his grandmother's back
the steady gaze
of gravediggers
two with clenched hands
as though they were still
holding their shovels
Tribute to Vivian Maier
built in 1883 the narrows covered bridge its lifespan stronger than any words I have to describe it