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.