hide and go seek in her greenhouse pots of iris and gladiola bulbs the air was thick and rich with the scent of dirt
the sweet scent of oranges warm yellow walls her curtains were gingham like the aprons she sewed
July 3, 1971 driving my friend’s family’s Lincoln Continental from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven picked up few hitchhikers along the way someone turned on the radio to the news that Jim Morrison had died
there were signs during the summer of 1968 she couldn’t remember my name
