First Grade

by Anne Dyer Stuart


We ran past the meadow
day followed day into another
I fell in love with her Santa Claus coat
out past the field with the electric generator
we jimmied under barbed wire to cross it
sudden warning of a thunder storm it was
November when we found it
a house that must’ve burned down years before
everything on the ground black around it
rubber doll with a melted face
chain in the backyard where the dog used to sit