He and his wife treated us to baseball, Good seats on the first base line. We cheered home runs with them, Shared popcorn, joked, talked family. Time passed, and there were gaps. Until I saw them just now in the drug store, As his cool, spotted hand gripped mine With a “heyyyyy …” And we … Continue reading Years
Into the dark and wide Des Moines I pour you, ashes fogging shallows. A moccasin in the rushes close by, Dark glisten, still as stone. Birdsong blesses the air, Bridge a silent acolyte. You rode ponies not far from here, Tamed litters of kittens, Wept leaving at summer’s end. Now you bloom again to the … Continue reading Home