roundbarnpoem # 3
I trespassed yesterday found a way into the derelict
barn on the farm I grew up on my dad grew up there too I took some plaster
of paris cleaned out the handprints where when he was nine and his brother
seven they’d made them in the wet cement I used to wonder if the cow
who always chose that spot for milking knew she had important handprints by
her left rear hoof now they’re saved just in reverse it’s
okay for the tornado or wrecking ball to come
© Jacqueline Jackson 2008
This article appears in Oct 9-15, 2008.
