A Memory, A Photo, A Poem

Black-Eyed Susans Once, I spent a summer vacationbuilding a siphon that broughta bucket of waterfrom the kitchen landing downstairs and past the ivy wallmy grandfather would trim,across the narrow drive and once again downthe hill I would roll uponuntil reaching the apple trees,laden and raining their green gravel. From there, captivated by the wonderof my…