You might deduce my grandfather
was of German descent.
and he wanted me to be
a scholar, but I chose instead
bricks and mortar,
fitting them so, in long straight lines –
in columns of red and gray.
On my dying day, my last thought
was of how there is something right
about every religion,
but not every religion is right
and bickering and fighting
are useless, and how I laid down my gun
a long time ago,
long before Gentry turned
and I bent and that single brick
took me from this earth, and my thoughts
turned to Eva Grund,
my childhood crush, and how
I meant to write her a letter,
but never did.
photo by Julie Eger