I’m taking a break and highlighting some classic posts from my first full year of blogging, 2004. My niece Eva featured in some of my most popular posts that year and the next. I also used to write a lot more posts that mingled poetry and prose, as this one does. Not sure why I ever moved away from that format. (Please click through to read the whole thing.)
The art museum’s smallest room
is filled with miniature landscapes.
I pause in front of each
& hoist my 8-year-old niece by the armpits
for a five-second look.
Later, she watches from
the back seat of the car as
a ten-dollar bill change hands. Giggles.
“They hold the money
as if it were fragile!”
she whispers in my ear.