Poem for Tuesday and Locust Grove

Housesitting
By William Brewer

Ten pound art book about Berlin. Black and whites
of a bear rifled down in a square, boys in sun on rubble,
a woman wearing a gas mask pushing a pram.
I was examining each photo for a glimpse of street corner
or sidewalk, wondering if it could be the spot
where my ancestor the roofer’s head
smashed into the pavement when he fell, the loss
that earned the payout that put his children on a boat
that put me here, when I smelled something burning,
but what began as an acrid odor softened
to the familiar scent of bonfires, signature fragrance
of the dying season. I never know where it’s coming from,
but in it there’s always that warm anticipation
of Halloween I remember, and within that the disappointment
when it was never like the movies: no New England
facades, no sidewalks choked with kids, there weren’t
enough of us, and yet I hear children’s laughter
like I’m there again, not in the memory, but the expectation—
outside the window a girl is filming on her phone
another girl tossing handfuls of red maple
over her head. I can see on the screen the video
playing in a short, closed loop. The leaves go up,
then are rewound into her hands, never falling all the way
into the grass over which they’re scattered now
after she dropped them when suddenly a firetruck blared by,
awaking at my feet the dog I’m paid to keep alive.

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Monday morning started with Paul having a doctor's appointment and me doing laundry, and it did not get much more exciting than that -- some Freecycling, a trip to CVS, a visit by our former cat-sitter neighbor who's soon moving out of the neighborhood. I got some oversized books packed and gave away a bunch on the royal family to a neighbor's Anglophile daughter, and I'm working on finding someone who wants sports and Olympics stuff. 

Around the Seattle-Denver game with its ridiculous ending that let the Seahawks win easily, we watched the Emmy Awards, where for a change I'd seen a lot of the shows and both big winners, Succession and Ted Lasso, though not Squid Game and my favorite parts were Sheryl Lee Ralph's speech and Lizzo's speech. Also, Kenan and Kel, and Amanda Seyfried. From Locust Grove, some animals at the nature center and some creekside photos: