September Mourning

31 Aug 2016 | 02:55

The Bittersweet grew, unseen all summer beside the dirt drive- a wild weave through nature’s garden, it hangs bright-berried and shining and now I see it, a rampant audience. I smile behind my camera, watch the two of you laughing as you head out for the old black Volvo. Even if you won’t stand next to the mailbox to be measured for taller-ness, Even if you’re driving instead of taking the school bus, Even if you’ve remembered your own backpacks and will leave me behind on the front steps- I will photograph you. Capturing your backs. Jeanne Fleming, Warwick NY