storm rises
over lake of weeds
age three i am
visiting aunt dinah
peekskill
cottage in the wild
let’s go rowing
in the lake of weeds
says aunt dinah
yes let’s
we glide
mom aunt dinah and i
over lake
of weeds
sky darkens
storm rising says aunt dinah
row row
quickly
don’t let oars
get stuck
in the
weeds
heart pounding
storm rising
faster faster
don’t worry dear
the pier
the land
don’t worry dear
we are here
cow in the field
cow grazing in field
peekskill age three i am
i climb the fence
get a better look
cow looks up
our eyes lock
he moves toward me
closer
legs trembling
i fall
scrape my knee
mom comes running
home we go
to aunt dinah’s cottage
for some
iodine
May 17, 2017
Bernard Block