Calvin

An old man
helped my other mother
with her yard and gardening

He must have been
thirty, maybe forty

Beside him I rode in his old pickup truck
To a cabin on Pea Ridge

Gravel beside the road
Land sweeping down to the distance

Neatly swept floor
Hard packed

Chickens
roam the yard

Children
I could play with

Cornbread
I could eat

Water magically flowing
just by moving a handle
up and down

A special house
out back
for restroom

Later he drove me back.