A ribbon of white over blue.
The first time I was distracted by the plain bodies relentlessly hammering nails.
The woman offering the glass of lemonade.
The plane faintly streaked over the Amish built barn.
This time, I saw all that I had forgotten and more. I saw just as it was then.
There. Fresh and new.
I was asking that everything be done over.
It was enough the second time. A streak of white over blue over an Amish barn.
I see it after I missed it the first time.
Amish barn raising
