A Very Wonderful Thing Is

 

 Written here

by my very good sister

about a very sweet boy

gone on.

Lost/Found

Maggie Larson was on Ken’s porch with me and Janet when Elizabeth Smart was found.

Maggie was sleeping,  Janet was smoking and I was drinking coffee.

The stone was cool in the heavy air and from the corners of our ears we heard The Strokes through Ken’s open door and tendrils of “Have You Got A Story For Me” upsweeping from across the street at Angela Parenza’s.

The Parenza porch was empty save for the potted Begonia’s and the Barry-an strings, Ken’s was full of us and some reddening tomatoes, and whatever was on the porch a few blocks down by Bob Berdella’s I cannot say.  We were too scared of ghosts to walk past what was lost there.

You’re Gonna Want To Drive When You Go

Try to get the call on a Tuesday as the sun slides down behind Chick Clark hill.  You’ll need travelling time to think, so you’re gonna want to drive when you go.

When you get there, there will be flowers and food and best dresses.  There will be ties that have long gone untied.  Hard ground will be opened and then closed again. 

Try to take leave before noontime, and drive with your brothers to Red Brush Creek.  You’ll want to remember the open ground closed and the who of he not present, and you’re gonna want to swim.  You are going to want to drink a little.  And you might want to cry.  

Boy, how you might want to cry.