perabera
This autumn's bounty was middling. Three people to harvest enough for two; hungry animals wait in the shed. Siobhan holds the rake tightly.
In the air, blue sky, wide arms. I see a man across from me who I've known since childhood. He has brown hair, like mine. We haven't seen each other in years. He stands on two feet with two eyes open. I wonder what he thinks to see me jump and leap and bound and fly while he stays grounded.