Tradition of Oral History

Transmitted on Tuesday, August, 18th, 2009 at 7:11 am in New Stuff , Poetry

Tradition of Oral History

There is a story my sister tells
on some restless summer nights
when she has come to visit
and the children have been put to bed

and she and I have remained—
slouched on the porch, staring out
over the cow pasture, sliding off
into that hour of night when the air

has that creamy smell of cedars
and all the years we have spent
watching them surge up and out
into this unusual world. Like all legends,
Dive deeper…