Backgammon Lesson, 1984
She had
magenta hair,
wore a long cotton dress,
twirled the doubling cube between pale
fingers.
Red shoes --
Converse low-tops --
hung on the living room
wall, pristine but for the nails through
their soles.
She said
she put them there
as an offering to
Elvis Costello's rusty-winged
angels.
I was
about to put
them on, she said, and the
radio just started playing
that song.
She rolled
double sixes,
cleared her inner table,
and began singing softly to
herself.
It’s been
seventeen years
since that summer Friday;
I wonder, did she get any
older?
Hymn No. 2
Verse Three
(a cappella):
Accompanied only
by grace, we rise and sing How great ...
Thou ... art ...
Four-part
praise crescendos, crests, fades away
to echoes, evidence
of transcendent
moments.
Yellow Peril
In youth,
dandelions
preach the revolution;
only in frail, gray age do they
launch it.
Memorial Day, Antioch Park
Seven
mallard ducklings
huddle on a wet stone;
I counted nine just thirteen days
ago.
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