Monthly Archives: March 2013

  Weekends I visit Ed in the rest home, Some days are better than others For both of us. I tell him I slipped on the ice last night Walking to my car after working In the snow for nine … Continue reading →

    Only I decide Who the poets are For me, the ones I consider to be   Worth reading, And I try to see The value, the art In everything   I read but refuse To torment The countable … Continue reading →

This funny smell I smell (which is funnier still Since I don’t smell much anymore)   Reminds me of lying In that space above the back seat Of our ’55 Chevy when I was a kid,   My face pressed … Continue reading →