Caught in the gusting wind,
a swallowtail flutters ahead.
The lights are red
for eight lanes in each direction,
leaving a vast emptiness
at the heart of the intersection,
except...
Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
My mother framed the Rockwell painting.
That image of matriarch in white apron
setting down white platter
with turkey large enough to feed
all the smiling...
As if England and Nature were the same,
At Williamsburg we imitate by culling
Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game!
And out we strut, colonialling,
Having to mincestep Revolution...
I never grew out of cookies
and milk
I grew in.
Someone reflective,
not out loud.
Even behind the smoke,
I saw wheels turn and wondered
where had you gone?
Perhaps it...
Cape Cod
Peace rumbles in the distance like thunder
then flashes in your window like lightening
to hang heavy in the air like the damp
so the boards...
I.
“Koi,” in Japanese,
is homophonic for the word “love.”
Koi fish can recognize
the person that feeds them.
Circling your mother’s pond,
they open their wide mouths
to vanish the...
Toward the New Year, that late December,
we parked the car near the old Sealtest Plant
just off Pennsylvania a block down from
Washington Circle where, since...
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
