curtains – Minolta XG1 b&w film
Her foot rolled the lemon
on the deck
back and forth
Manny, when will the frost come?
He sat on the step
and picked the dirt from under his nails
Beyond the path
a grove of trees
bore fruit of another kind.
As yet unknown to those who harvest,
a plague of worms had already infested the flesh.
The baby stood, arms akimbo
before the screen of the door