SUN Cloth. Stitched. I see. I am seen. Acknowledged. We go.
where there is a pin, there will be one stitch. Enough to Hold Place for this moment. For Now. I can use this Cloth, ask this Cloth to help me understand.
Jenny. the daughter. Worked. it was 99 again. Today she wore a hat. She pounded T posts in the meadow, attached Rain Bird whirling water spigots….irrigation spigots they moved back and forth, back and forth there is a sound to this…mnemonic…..i watched from the picnic table in front of the wall garden, turned the source water off and on at request. Morning moved into afternoon. Her man didn't come this weekend. His mother, who lives at a Senior "facility" has been having issues. He was feeling flat. Didn't want to come. She was determined to accomplish Something….and so…these irrigation spigots that Alyssia had voted NO on. SUN seemed so Close, overHead. I kept wishing she'd quit and go home. She didn't. I kept wanting to take a pic, but it seemed some kind of Violation so i didn't. She just kept going.
I watched a woman in her 40 's in a flowered shirt her hair bunched up into a ponytailbun that stuck out a hole in the back of her hat. Trying. changing. Trying. changing. Trying. changing finally standing….surveying her result, hands on hips
i remembered her…Emrie's age. She had that kid pool, just off the back porch of the Spring St. house , Ann Arbor Michigan. She had built a world in it. clumps of grass, plants, sticks and stones, leaves. earth mounds. then she collected
toads
put them in there. it was always this time of year…they were mating and so, vocal. She would stand there…hands on her hips..and then squatting leaning in and say…."speak more loud. I can't understand you" She is Emrie's New Nana. They are similar. I am similar to them, but old. And then….there is the
SUN. and our sprinkler then, at that Spring St house was a RainBird. RainBird. There is no rain here. but
a RainBird sprinkler.
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