Two Poems

Two Poems

    Curse What is metaled, what is stretched taut enough? What’s said –an albatross “happens”– back-lit by white and golden flurries of clouds. Can’t you see it soaring above the ship? A sentence of air, lisping between miles of wire and rope and sails. O My...
A Simple Question

A Simple Question

  For Sharon   One cannot prepare for slaughter. Last month, a cognition test for your son: Does a rock float in water? Airlifted to a German hospital, then Walter Reed in D.C. for three amputations. (One cannot prepare for slaughter.) We cling to updates...
Internal Combustion

Internal Combustion

  In the San Francisco of my twenties, we were like trees pressed against each other, larger than what we longed for. My eyes had learned to say the sound of us, to caress it with my ear. I was thrust into a body without its own perimeter. The unknown hands dug...
More Things I Would Tell You

More Things I Would Tell You

    For Izzy Bialer Lapidus I join a bereavement group But I last for one session Marriages over fifty years Died suddenly Brain aneurism Long battle with cancer I am the only one Who isn’t crying The only one I don’t know these people What am I doing here?...