I don't know where exactly I'm going with this. Any comments? Click the "send props or gripes" link above. Thanks.

for Pearlie Jones

you were here the last time. sitting on the porch, looking
across the road named after grandpa to cousin huey's fields
and the darkening sky. we listened to the

afternoon ricochet between earth and heaven. cicadas
thundered and the rains came cooler than inside
ceiling fans caked with dust.