28 August 2008. Glare of sun on Plymouth hood. Lee's hat appears--straw with tiny knockouts, as she bends over green recycling bin to rescue this or that. Over-sized dark glasses to shield the gleaner...
Gleaning--to gather remnants, the stubble after the harvest. Poignant because...
Story of Ruth, in the fields of Boaz. The harvesters’ disdain, unconscionable to us, who read in reverse. A social order, in recapitulation--top down. But still the bending--as if over a game of cards. Fast-forward to Le Nain, 1612 or so, with his solemn gathering of boys. A barrel table, rough hands. Truco, mahjong--slights-of hand...
"Un patio ancho como una luna llena..."
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