Two Adirondack chairs with flecks of white peeling paint, side by side, slightly cockeyed under the hedgerow’s green shadow. They hold no bodies today, just a little morning rain and thoughts of what could have been. It’s a quiet meditation, a memorial of sorts, to the fleeting perfection of pairs.
Thad DeVassie’s work has appeared in numerous journals including New York Quarterly, Poetry East, West Branch, Barely South, Unbroken, PANK, Lunate and Spelk. His chapbook, THIS SIDE OF UTOPIA, is forthcoming from Cervena Barva Press. A lifelong Ohioan, he writes from the outskirts of Columbus.
Awesome.
Your words paint a beautiful picture. Thanks for sharing them.
“…the fleeting perfection of pairs.” Gorgeous!
Saw this designated as Story of the Month and came to check it out. It was well worth the trip. Truly, a beautiful and exquisite story.
Emotional depth created with astonishing economy. Great story.
As I read this piece I thought of the Imagist works of poets such as William Carlos Williams (“The Red Wheelbarrow”) and smiled about the untold stories between the words of your story.