A faded glare lights
this memory of a lost 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
curdling gray clouds.