Monday, February 25, 2008

1874.

The shadows of branches across the cellar window at night spelled out words in some forgotten script.

1 comment:

ed said...

he set
up the
hibachi between
his parent's
headstones.

the kids
played frisbee
across the
road in
a field
that had
not yet
been parcelled
into plots.

his wife
opened a
package of
hot dogs,
and pulled
two beers
from the
cooler.