Address A.P.O.

As my son and nephews

and now my grandsons, grow tall,

I remember

that my Father went to war,

my Uncles went to war,

my cousins and classmates went to war.

My Father came back

with scars on his dreams,

my Uncle returned

with scars on his back,

my classmates were

carrried home with

scars on their coffins.

The street by the capitol

is closed now,

it is the site for the new

war memorial

and again,

I fold myself

like an envelope

to be carried in the pocket

of a young man's uniform.

Their First Love Story - Pyramus and Thisbe

There is the sun and slight morning chill;

There are the mulberries outside the window

ripening, without instruction;

White, green, palest pink, a certain sort-of orange

moving toward red and their

soon-to-be lush darkness.

There are the mocking birds and blue jays

eager among the branches

their choral delights fill the open window,

praise from the uncoached throat;

The silk of ordinary miracles spins.

There is the sun and a slight morning chill.