American Gothical

A silent quintet marches down the walk— long in dress, short hair, handsome and plain, middle class, not yet middle aged, provincial— a man, wife in hand her daughter quick beside her and a son lagging behind who alone looks about himself, inquisitive, while the uncle steps ahead with a box; all moving towards an ill-defined but certain end in an asymmetrical kind of unison.

6 October 1976