Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A Last Summer Anecdote

One night, when it was hot and humid (it's Ohio), my brother kept us up until past 4am. 
When my mother went to sleep, she dreamt 
of my father and his father, of that other very stressful
time in her life. 

The next day, a man came to the shop, 
smiling.  He said he was on his way 
to West Virginia.  

I did not know him,
my father's father.  

I am beginning to have faith in my mother's ability 
to conjure people. 

I think she is too.

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