One writes all my days
Living in the nameless world
Of mud and fire—
Wish I could tell you Father
How remarkably well
It goes…Winter coming
& growing old
With plain bravery
Saltiness of mind
Music in shadow
Larger contexts
Being ahead of premises
Like the best poets
Be your own flight
Walked across new ice today
S.K.
In memory of Allan A. Kuusisto who encouraged me to be a poet as opposed to an attorney…
Planet of the Blind 
If your father nudged you towards poetry and higher education, he’s OK by me. It was a gamble, and a fairly risky gamble at that, but an intelligent and noble gamble as well. A “Thanks Dad” progress report poem after a life well over half lived gives comfort to the more fearful corners of the universe.
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