December 2011
5 posts
Dad: see (rosemary), this is a u.s. airways plane. No where to hide. ( as he is googling my sister's incoming flight on his new "android telephone").
Yours truly: ...
december 15
clear and thrity-four at 6 a.m.
An old moon, lying akilter
amoung a few pale stars,
and so quite on the road
I can hear every gone in my body
hefting some part of me
over its shoulder. Behind me,
my shadow stifles a cough
as it tries to keep up,
for I have set out fast and hard
against this silence,
filling my lungs with hope
on this, my granddaughter’s
birthday, her first,...
