One place understood helps us understand all places better.

Eudora Welty


Monday, January 8, 2018

Some other way

Up the hillside 
by the graveside
comes the boy
to sweep

His mother's broom
gathers the gloom
clasps at the grave
to keep

The lonely sight
in early night
as the boy sweeps
clutter away

What may have been
had his father then
served country and king
in some other way.