Up early, dead father in mind, walking my dog
Thinking: “don’t moan, keep going”
Last summer’s plantings under snow
How many seasons remain?
Challenge, inventing hopeful names
Along the road—Locust Dharma
Branch to branch Bodhisatva….
Oh I could kiss you Transtromer—
Darkness against my cheek
Your Haydn, not mine, playing
Under my feet… Piano
For native country
How does it go?
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
