I live in a 1909 Sears two-story with patinaed wood floors that turn the shade of expensive honey in morning light. I bought this house from my modest salary at an arts nonprofit after I divorced, because it was close to my job and my son’s school. . . .
He watched her break a fence and leave her pasture. // He watched her cross a bridge and a muddy meadow / ahead of a farmer yelling and switching at her.