Imprint

by Virginia Fultz

Originally published on June 1, 2011

A silver hair somehow escaped the tidying. Running it through, my fingers remembered: a child’s fingers passing through a silver field, and the old man’s patience then; the silver crest, hat-grooved, glistening above long strides a child must skip or run to; veins through drawn, transparent skin; open-eyed breathless absorption near the end; a frail [...]