Dear Kris,
I just wanted to let you know that you
got it all wrong. There
was no 4th child, no twin. Those
were the people down the
street. Nothing to
do with our
family. Hope this
helps
Love, Grampa Jones
Dear Kris,
I just wanted to let you know that you
got it all wrong. There
was no 4th child, no twin. Those
were the people down the
street. Nothing to
do with our
family. Hope this
helps
Love, Grampa Jones
I once played The Wild Horseman on the used piano my mother bought for my lessons. But didn’t like my teacher so I quit before I could play as well as she did. It was an upright piano. Used. We signed it inside the cover, back of where you place your music. That piano moved three times. From the upstairs flat n Calvert, to the house on Oregon and back upstairs to the flat on Fairfield. They left it there when my grandparents died and they moved 300 miles away. Decades later my grown son and a friend went exploring the house on Oregon, missing half the roof, doors boarded up or boards torn off. They found an abandoned piano in the wreckage. It wasn’t ours though. Someone else had moved on and left it behind.
It's always summer, always hot. The sky is always blue. There's a barn. Behind the house, back of the garden were the fields. My cousin Barbara and I would walk through the grass, never quite reaching the woods. We are always young. So much of our lives yet to be lived. So long, long ago.
But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, Robert Frost Promises kept or broken as the miles disappear in the rear view mirror. Time to sleep approaches. Distances are closer than they appear.
I open the front door. The air is already hot, humid, close. A watery sun barely makes patches of light on the green trees overhead before it's gone. In a fallen brown magnolia leaf A few drops of rain have puddled. A damp patch outside the door and the black car stops in front of the house and drops a young man off. He opens the garage door across the street and sits waiting. faint memory of a crash of thunder in the middle of the night are all there is to show that it rained.