Witnesses

 

My Grandma and Grandpa, on the day Grandpa left Union Station, Kansas City for service with the Navy in World War 2.

My Grandma and Grandpa, on the day Grandpa left Union Station, Kansas City for service with the Navy in World War 2.

A Summer Night at Grandpa’s House

hot
the night air
white
the hot light
dancing in distant moonlit fields
drowning in years of gathered emptying skies

pouring down our windowpane
drumming our whispers
into the restless drone of the fan
of still
musty
the dusty
presence of settling walls

of eyes in photos in every room
settling with walls on which they hang

eyes asleep
in fields drenched with sweat and toil
yet humming with songs of longing
years bending into time

arise oh walls!
for where they now stand
great the cloud of witnesses
unshackled by dust
unfettered by rain

hot
their blood pulsing through our veins
tender
their wisdom buried in these walls

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