May 6, 2009 0
Visitation Rights of the Levee Builders
by William Barr
In late April each man and his
oldest son light the levee fires.
The night bridges are floated
from both sides and joined at
the center. Throughout the night,
I hear footraces, cheers, and the
squeak of old nails in old wood. I
smell crayfish, turnip pudding,
cabbage, and I can almost taste
the walnut prawns. No, I speak no
Chinese at all but the laughter of
the young men echoes into my
morning prayer. When the old
man finally speaks even the dogs
are quiet. There is one final
chorus, then their steps, their
soft leaving steps. At dawn the
levee ...