Jennifer Gray

He has transformed his Tonka dump truck into a push mower, using lumber scraps and duct tape to construct a handle on the front end of the dump box. One brave screw holds the makeshift contraption together. All summer they outline the edges of these acres, first Daddy, and then, behind him this small echo, each dodging the same stumps, pausing to slap a mosquito, or rest in the shade, before once again pacing out into the light, where first one, and then the other, leans forward to guide the mowers along the bright edges of this familiar world.