A fading glare lights this lost
memory of an afternoon.
Lost by everyone in this
photograph, drawn through
age, turned by the worm.
Take the measure of America
in the thin lines, the outline of
a place, a definition significant
for what is omitted.
Crisp bunting, new furrows,
fresh paint mark the season.
Eyes revealed by windblown
brims squint into the sun.
A gauzy focus softens
the rolling gray clouds.