.
…he goes back
to the wealthy house because
he has left the door unlocked
and was supposed
to be taking care of it
until the owners return
The door
is a confusion
of screens
and sliding glass
His key fits them all
but won’t lock any
He finds a dial
that has to be turned
to correspond
to the proper door
and as he tries his key again
an older eccentric
woman
walks up
and introduces herself
She doesn’t question
what Pahn is doing
in these pre-dawn hours
but takes a more than friendly
interest in him
She assumes command
becoming
Lakhehsis
And they are soon joined
by Lukh and Theya
and Phthona
The older women
take the forty-pound roasts
out of the refrigerator to warm to room temperature
while the others
check the yard
the lawn is patchy
from the drought
and riddled with mole-runs
Pahn
steps out to investigate
but when he turns around
he sees
that Uncle Lukh
has already gotten the tiller
and plowed half the turf
Cousin Phthona is digging deeper
turning the soil
to a depth of two feet
As Pahn tries to understand
the electric sandbox
he realizes that he has lost control
Hearing Phthona’s voice
assuring that everything
is being taken care of
Pahn decides it is no longer his problem
Leaving them
to their incomprehensible industry
he walks off
by the residential oaks
and mixed begonias
into the
dissolving woods
at the edge
of their defined
to the wealthy house because
he has left the door unlocked
and was supposed
to be taking care of it
until the owners return
The door
is a confusion
of screens
and sliding glass
His key fits them all
but won’t lock any
He finds a dial
that has to be turned
to correspond
to the proper door
and as he tries his key again
an older eccentric
woman
walks up
and introduces herself
She doesn’t question
what Pahn is doing
in these pre-dawn hours
but takes a more than friendly
interest in him
She assumes command
becoming
Lakhehsis
And they are soon joined
by Lukh and Theya
and Phthona
The older women
take the forty-pound roasts
out of the refrigerator to warm to room temperature
while the others
check the yard
the lawn is patchy
from the drought
and riddled with mole-runs
Pahn
steps out to investigate
but when he turns around
he sees
that Uncle Lukh
has already gotten the tiller
and plowed half the turf
Cousin Phthona is digging deeper
turning the soil
to a depth of two feet
As Pahn tries to understand
the electric sandbox
he realizes that he has lost control
Hearing Phthona’s voice
assuring that everything
is being taken care of
Pahn decides it is no longer his problem
Leaving them
to their incomprehensible industry
he walks off
by the residential oaks
and mixed begonias
into the
dissolving woods
at the edge
of their defined
image
.
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