My brother Robert and my sister, Marjory gather autumn leaves in the mid-1950s
at The Farm, on one of my mother's slides. We always enjoyed the bright autumn leaves.
When we lived in Scotia, I remember my mother melting blocks of paraffin
in a skillet and dipping in the brightest leaves to coat them with wax.
Then Mom made arrangements with the orange bittersweet berries
that grew beside the porch. How well I remember these striped T-shirts
that passed down from one brother to another.
And how difficult it was to cut little blonde bangs as straight as this.
drawing near them
a sudden loneliness...
translated by David Lanoue