'Motel Parking Lot #1'
photo by Samantha Malay, Seattle, Washington, 1991

by Samantha Malay
published in The RavensPerch May 24, 2017

Family was our religion
but we lacked the faith of converts
learned to fret separately and stare at the anthill.

We made fried-egg sandwiches when the sun went down
wrapped panbread in waxpaper in the leftover light
comforted by tree-shroud and the weight of our quilts.

Sadness took shape in the dark
and felt like a plan by morning:
leave the scythe and the hayloft, the axe and the woodpile
the rainbarrel is empty but there’s gas in the truck.

Dust will gather beneath our porch
but we’ll be back next summer
to look at the path
where the barbwire sags
and the field meets the fence.

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