Photo by Big Tree
August Morning, New Hampshire
Jules Jacob
A day after the Ford Model AA
flatbed was coaxed from the barn–
engine a raucous comfort, dawn mists
ghosting over the blacksmith shop
broke to reveal an albino porcupine
ambling, eating blueberries.
The sun lifting over the Boston
Mountains glossed each quiver,
beckoned witnesses
to a rare blessing–
a lull in my father’s coughing
an accompaniment to our wonder.
We notified neighbors. Pleaded
for the creature’s safety.
Jules Jacob
A day after the Ford Model AA
flatbed was coaxed from the barn–
engine a raucous comfort, dawn mists
ghosting over the blacksmith shop
broke to reveal an albino porcupine
ambling, eating blueberries.
The sun lifting over the Boston
Mountains glossed each quiver,
beckoned witnesses
to a rare blessing–
a lull in my father’s coughing
an accompaniment to our wonder.
We notified neighbors. Pleaded
for the creature’s safety.