paled and susceptive to
the slightest breeze
a slice, a sliver,
of paper is caught
on a clothesline.
the supports are bent
and only
a bleached clothespin
clings to its wire,
the spring rusted tight.
on his own order,
a boy explores,
climbs through
swiss chard and lambsquarter
and notices the parchment
quivering above.
he’s just enough to reach it
and reads well.
the paper is a note,
a message, secret of course,
and the boy realizes
only one other pair of eyes
knows it.
by Tyler Young
