Fallen Tree's BedOutside the window at 420 Rosetree, Lying in a cold white blanket of accumulating Neglect was a tree bed. Its occupant, a young Full-of-hope tree, long since gone, left Only a scar in the dilapidated frame In the yard of the house where I was A child. On weekends, after a longFallen Tree's Bed
Week of making friends and influencing People--he never seemed to make a bad Impression on others--my father Lay on the couch in his underwear, Watching TV, and his squabbling children. When I think about it now, that couch was As much Dad as any other thing. Once I pulled
It aside and
BridgesWe have been engineers since people first beheld the world, and yearning to resolve distances, made bridges.Bridges
Separation abrades a human heart; witness the creation of entire sciences in the name of bringing two places together.
When I was a child, I dreamt I fell from a bridge and sank into the cold, never reaching the other side.
In my heart, I wonder sometimes -- was it the bridge my father built?
I still get dizzy on crossings; my fears tumbling headlong in the tearing wind, but my faith in eng
Autumn AgainIt is autumn in my heartAutumn Again
when I wake; and I
have been the companion
of lady bugs (or Japanese
beetles, I cannot tell the
difference) in my wandering. And I ask them, Are you
good luck or an omen?
And could either be
all that bad?
Bending over that stream,
through russet girders, I think,
if I could let a kiss drop, it would touch you
there. I've charted that
distant course, immediate in my heart.
I discover effluvia of color with the
eyes you opened,
but I wish you could &nb
Je parle francais, merci.
Hehe. Thank you for the comments Tone!
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