Remembering Koi Frozen
I found this photo of my younger self sailing across a frozen lake near Rockford, Illinois, where I spent my high school years. It reminded me of an even younger me visiting a frozen water fountain at the Boyle family house in Sumter, South Carolina, during my grade school years. Frozen water was a rarity at there unless it came out in a tray from the freezer.
Next I remembered having written a poem about that experience. I found it where I find all my doodles and miscellaneous writings: in a moving box from the liquor store. I jotted this one down during my second year at Pineapple Hill:
Henry and Butter Bean are here to gather hay
same grasses I’ve watch stir like waves
of long ago and faraway
same field I’ve walked through
fog at dawn, the dog paused
over a scent.
Henry and Butter Bean are stopped
way down by the woods
their machine broken or are they
discussing things I let go
trees fallen on fences
the broken gate
weeds, small trees, and dog bane hemp.
I didn’t care. My daughter left.
“Goodbye. I hope you die.”
and I was stuck
watching an idling engine
the year it snowed in Sumter
my young self on hands and knees
peering into a fountain frozen
wondering would they ever wake.
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