In the Park with Grandmother, Olsztyn, Poland 1981
for Babcia Wańdzia
Though she pulled it back into a bun black wisps of her hair haloed her face. The hard blue sky behind her run through with a single white thread of a contrail. Her skin was like walnut. With the sun behind her she smiled at me in her own shadow. The silver plane preceded its sound.
First published in Residual Heat under my pseudonym Aga Black.