STONECRUSHER I went back to the roads I grew up on and walked daily there was one I used to take to my grandparents' farmstead it was made of concrete by the men of the neighborhood in the thirties to give them work to earn a bit of cash they told me a stonecrusher had been brought in for the job I could imagine its massive metal parts and power and see the scoop taken from one side of a little rise just off the road where rocks were found to feed its appetite I knew by the trees that filled the dig how much time had passed it was snowy back there half a year ago when I made my return and now here today it will get to ninety the sun coming through the wet air presses a weight on me and I am writing down my recall of the trip I made to record how I remembered my grandparents' stories