August 21, 1983
Dear Don,
If in this period of your crazy activity you get
a moment free, will you please take a look at the enclosed
and tell me what you think?
We look forward mightily to your play.
Love,
Wes
REMEMBERING APRONS
Who recalls the darkness
of your other life,
sewn shut
around feed grain,
or remembers your release
to join your sisters,
the dishcloths, now
ampleness and holes? Not
the absent hands
that tied you
behind the back,
already forgetting. Old
stove-gloves,
soft baskets
for tomatoes,
how thoughtlessly
they used you, and yet
how wonderful
in being left out
was your inclusion! Oh
tough dresses
without closets,
lovely petticoats
that flashed
beneath the frayed
hemlines of barncoats
all over Vermont.
–Wesley McNair |