13 October 2009

Two boys crouched
shoulder to shoulder,
leaning across
a flooded gutter

heads down
hands in the warm water

oblivious to rain
streaming off their hoods
or wet shoes
or passing cars
or...

Lost to this world
they huddled

carefully damming the flow
with prickery balls
from nearby trees

and gazed longingly
at tiny leaves
cutting across
their lake


13 October 2009
(Palo Alto, CA)

Mollie


My fireball friend
cannot stop the ravages of
ninety-nine years


I see her decline
and wish a miracle drug
could restore her light



8/16/09

Washington DC



Walking through Dirksen
past senator's office doors
with fancy nameplates


I went for Mollie
and departed overwhelmed
sombered by such loss

(the Holocaust Memorial Museum)


A quiet reverence
floats round sacred monuments
freedom is not free



7/15/09

63 poems to date
Feb. 16 - June 11

Trip Home


From the plane's window
your blue pool sparkled below
almost lost in white


I saw it below
nestled by the hill, sparkling
but could not see you


Munich surprised me
with forests and fields of green
and quaint villages


6/10/09

To Ted


Our time together
cruising the dazzling blue sea
unforgettable



Thanks for memories
three day vagabonds, cruising
through ancient waters


6/02/09

Down


Flight four four seven
disappeared at sea today
lost in dark waters



6/01/09