Shadows


I brought the pink dress back from my grandparents house.

The dress was hanging in a closet upstairs near the attic.

It was my mother's dress that she wore to her sisiter's wedding.

Since it has been in my possession,

I feel a sense of duty to keep the dress alive.

Here it hangs on the Pergola in my backyard in Providence Rhode Island.

The wisteria grows over the pergola and in the spring the scent is intoxicating.

The shadows that are cast on the dress remind me of the paintings that Franz Kline made when he observed shadows through his stacked chairs.