END OF SPRING, 1930
The white-gowned girl is running away
from you. She has curly blonde hair.
Her feet are bare. Her pink sash
is untied and trails behind.
In her left hand she carries a yellow
basket, filled with a blur of green.
To her right, a lilac in full bloom,
each blossom rendered with careful
detail. You can hear her mother
calling on the hilltop behind you,
but there’s something about the way
the child is moving. You know
she will not turn back.