Oil on mylar mounted on panel
"Measured" by Caroline Cahill
A season of sand until first snow fell
and salt melted the drive. Then, to hear,
"I like your face. It is child and adult."
In the eyes, my grandmother's green.
On the lips, will my voice soon vanish?
My throat is already fading.
Created at the Vermont Studio Center
where I met Caroline (writers program) and she kindly agreed to sit for me