By the highway, wooden crates

darkened and splintered

empty or nesting a little family

of moss, something breathing,

a lost ghost, an abandoned promise —

anything that would fit.

And surrounding, autumned trees,

a brook, gas station sign,

rows of corn rolls of hay

under a matte gray sky.

From my worn velvet seat,

I see Charlie smiling, eyes closed.


Grace Ma is a second-year student at the University of Toronto, double majoring in English and Environmental Sciences. Visit Grace’s website: