Just outside the frame with father and daughter at the top of a brief Vermont hill
is a continued ashen cloud angled unexpectedly to thunderhead. If we follow
its leading edge past the creased August leaves at the last possible minute on the right,
we arrive in late October and the vast father is freshly dead. The girl has disappeared
to shelter under cantilevered weight of a back porch. She intuits there is a wild
mountain, upside down, welded to the base of the packed dirt she tills for the wide
animal cemetery. She will dig and bury all her life to get to its summit.
Click here to read Alexandra Burack on the origin of the poem.
Image by Chad Madden, licensed under CC 2.0.
- Scrapbook Deckle-Edged Photo - August 22, 2025


