April 19, 2019

Bayport 1-1859   The house looks a lot smaller now When we lived there It was big I look through naked hedges As I stand on 78th Street Between the corner and the alley The big cottonwood tree Is gone…

Shards    She throws the words down and They scatter on the cold pavement   I pick them up, the ones I can find And put them in my jacket pocket   Later, in the cafe I put them on…

Getting Through the Day   “Courage,” says the bookshelf Shouldering its heavy load of thoughts   “Courage,” says the rocking chair Offering a pillow and a blanket   “Courage,” says the wood stove Waiting patiently to be filled   “Courage,”…