A Birthday Gift at 65 from Heraclitus

Now and then the birch trees. Up river a fantasy.
Across town a birth.

Rain carries dreams of foreigners.


“None love, but they who wish to love.” (Racine)


My childhood home was a very small house.
More and more I want to return there.


Laughing in the mornings.
The dogs approve.
I must do their laughing for them.


“Silence, healing.” (Heraclitus)
000000s in the ear.


Yesterday my neighbor washed his house.


Like Pentti Saarikoski
I like to imagine Ezra Pound
Without his snakes.


If you were like me you’d be quiet too.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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