5:47 A. M.
Three roofers on top of the neighbor's house ripping up shingles. Sunrise bleeding into the shade of the silver maple; the slant of a naked roof.
11:53 A. M.
One blonde man standing on the corner of Wicks and Main. No shirt, ninety-two degrees. One sign: Have you ever been desperate? One hand stretched out from the window of a black suburban.
6:07 P. M.
In the archway of a jeweled banquet room in a local Chinese restaurant, an elderly Chinese man crouches as he applies black paint to an ornate chair. Behind him, a waitress dressed in black with a white apron tied about her waist watches. Two sets of tightly sealed lips.
Visually perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou don't need photos here, Sherry. Your words convey it all. Such wonderful images.
ReplyDeleteI especially love your words: 'Sunrise bleeding into the shade of the silver maple; the slant of a naked roof.'
Thank you.
kass,
ReplyDeleteoh good to hear. i so wanted to be on my knees taking those shots, so am glad you could see them anyways.
elisabeth,
good to hear! the slant of the naked roof was stilling at 5:53.
I like this as a poem / poem material.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kass and Elisabeth. Visually perfect! You've given just enough detail, the reader can visualize, and fill in their own specifics, though I'd love to have seen the photographs. It's times like these, though, an actual photograph would intrude on the privacy of real people. You've "captured" them and made them real through your words.
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