Leora never walked the quarter-mile of red dust
to her bench at Big Sinks schoolhouse
without carrying the hand-sewn satchel
she used for an accordion case.
The notes came to her out of some darkness,
a cavity just inside her ear
where the curve of a sound pushed through
her fingers and into the buttons of that strange machine.
Where did the accordion come from?
The imprint read Vienna Austria 1904
and how it arrived to her in Capps Creek,
Tennessee, the middle of the middle of nowhere
will pass like the mystery of cloudburst,
some graceful symmetry beyond this world
and beyond the next.
About the Author
Published by Texas Review Press