Sunday, February 26, 2006
By Susan Carman
I rub clean the chiseled letters
on Grandpa's gravestone, kneel
near wagon wheel ruts worn deep
in the earth. Overhead, a chicken hawk glides
on a downward draft, banks over concrete condos
rising from the horse barn's remains.
Bulldozers rumble, backhoes with jagged teeth
devour tall grass prairie, family roots. Last week,
they drained the old pond, now dust
blowing against darkened windows
of my childhood home.
Susan Carman lives in Overland Park.