Journal 1932-1936
Between Text and Binding
Between text and binding
the yellow sound of my
grandmother's memories
persist after her death.
She speaks of home,
an old family of crows
who live on branches
above black roof shingles.
The sound of water runs
through wall and floor pipes.
Reflections of sound waves
from the surface of journal entries
found after her death.
The soft touch of life
darkened the book's spine.
Edge wear on the page
hints at the dust-soiling loss of time.
The floor and roof joists
once laid out like the ribs of her body.
