Dream Work

Harvests
for Randolph Parrott (1863-1943)
and Amos Parrott (1895-1990)

Great grandpa remembered
when the woods edged the back of the barn
and raccoons raided the corn crib
every night.

That was the old barn, burned
over eighty summers past.
It sat on the same spot
as this, though the woods have crept
a field away.

Great grandpa dreamt
his missing rifle rested
against a familiar tree
deep in the woods.
He awoke, then walked
to where it leaned, ruined by rust,
and carried it home.

Great grandpa’s son told me these stories
long years later,
then spoke his own dream:
He and his father met, wordless,
in front of the high-steepled church,
climbed its stairs, entered
into its solemn depths,
sat side by side in silence.

The son awoke and understood,
never saying
what we now both knew.
Within six months he was gone.

Harvests

for Randolph Parrott (1863-1943)

and Amos Parrott (1895-1990)

Great grandpa remembered

when the woods edged the back of the barn

and raccoons raided the corn crib

every night.

That was the old barn, burned

over eighty summers past.

It sat on the same spot

as this, though the woods have crept

a field away.

Great grandpa dreamt

his missing rifle rested

against a familiar tree

deep in the woods.

He awoke, then walked
to where it leaned, ruined by rust,

and carried it home.

Great grandpa’s son told me these stories

long years later,
then spoke his own dream:

He and his father met, wordless,

in front of the high-steepled church,

climbed its stairs, entered
into its solemn depths,

sat side by side in silence.

The son awoke and understood,

then told me his dream,

never saying

what we now both knew.

Within six months he was gone.

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