Prompt: title of your favorite poem, book, or film. (David Bradley. The Chaneysville Incident.)
story cubes: stool, knocking at the door, straight arrow.
“The legends say something happened in Chaneysville.”
And legends don’t normally lie, though they may embellish,
just a bit. A big city history professor returns to his rural roots
when he learns a father-like figure is dying.
A transference occurs, a passing of the seat of authority
Now is his turn on the leadership stool.
Truth knocks at the door; the scales of justice
are unbalanced: a historical wrong must be righted.
The old man taught him in his youth how to track game
through the woods. He used those tools in his new field,
a sleuth tracking information through layers of noise.
But now his sense of direction must be straight and true.
Leave the self-perpetuating baggage in the city;
discovery and redemption require certain resolution.