Naos and the Spirit Picture

 

 

His face catches across the black and white photo.

 

          This same house, blurred,

                                                 kin crowded around a young elm tree.
 

                     The faint gray of a girl

                     over the spot

                     where her body is buried.
 

          He knows were he to hold it,

                                                the paper fixed in the frame would be soft.
 

Should he stand out by the elm tree, he would look up and see stars.