early september
August 24, 2009
Crickets cheer from
beyond porch screen,
cigar smoke circles
this old night.
I lay asleep at
grandpa’s feet,
Red Sox winning
three to one.
always saying goodbye always saying hello
August 17, 2007
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there was nothing else…
(but jobs are waiting)
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again.
the breeze hides my tears.
2003
qazse 