i remember the sun

that golden sun with her dress of white lace

and a beautiful

beautiful

blue


blue


I remember it clearly now.

It was market day: Daddy was selling glass stuff, y'know, like necklaces and those... whaddya' call 'em? Wind- windmills? Windchimes? Yeah, windchimes. He made it all like this necklace I wore. It was all pretty and had a little tiny rose in it- purple. Anyway, he had a booth set out like you do during parades; all white and fluttery and I think it was made of canvas? Um, it was nice outside and warm, so I went off with my money- 'cause he said it was ok -and looked at what other people had while he sold his stuff.


the sun shimmered on the golden wheat

we drove and drove on the dusty roads, and i was content

grasshoppers clung to my pink shirt during those summer months that hung like a wet blanket over mens' laboring shoulders

sometimes i brushed them off, sometimes i let them lie

those days, i...