A muggy morning,
The sun burning mist,
And back to rural New York State,
In the valleys of the Catskills,
The grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles lived
In annual early summers.
Hay is cut, dampens, dries, sweet.
The grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles now
Rest in graves in a hillside cemetery
Above a Catskill valley.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late May 2014