mother poem #11 for a long time I’ve considered myself “young-old” pretty soonI better start thinking “old-old”if I knew then about old what Inow know I’d have been moreunderstanding more helpful to my“old-old” mother—mom, I’d havecoaxed from you your untold storiesharkened to any fear behind yourwords realized when you rubbedyour wrist it was hurting but […]
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vermontpoem #36
I weep a littlethis first night heregiving this place upwhere I’ve been comingsummers for sixty yearsthe colorful poetry wallin the bathroom blaketolkien le guin tennysonmy own kids’ writingsthe lake quiet out frontclouds shield a half moonI’m surrounded by mydead daughter hercreativity her presencefills this place but eventhis place she so lovedcouldn’t save her and Iweep […]
