Grand Tetons
by Leslie Richardson
She woke up from a nap and began her quest for a red bandana shirt. In six months she’d found one.
Folded in a drawer, it made her smile. It had snaps.
Then her father died, and going through old books of photographs, she saw: her mother in a shirt like that. Her mother in some woods, on some walk, in a red bandana shirt, carrying a baby, bald. The baby put her face upon that shirt.
Her dad took the picture, with that camera, with the thorium lens.
That was the perfect vacation, then.
PHOTOGRAPH: The author at a beach in Maine (June 2011).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Leslie Richardson’s most notable publications are poems in The Paris Review and JAMA. She has a Ph.D. in Creative Writing from The University of Houston.
Silver Birch Press 
really lovely
Thank you, Maureen. 🙂
superb; like an insect jumping with all six feet at the same time, and flying
Wow, thank you M Lewis.