The Second Pass
The first pass along the whetting stone
creates an edge too fine to last;
the second, more blunting pass
tempers the edge into usefulness.
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In America
“Why don’t you go to Japan and ask the cats?” I said to the TSA agent when she asked if
Summer Afternoon
With a bucket of sealant and a spent mop on a slow day,
my father sent Prince McMichael and me to muck the buckled seams
along the carpet rolls of pebbled roofing winter freeze and thaw left leaking.
Fireline
And when I heard the two cabins might burn down
at the same time, on maybe even the same day,
I rooted for the fire.
Musicians at the Wedding
All week at the wedding
the musicians keep practicing
over the garage, during the rehearsal,
in the basement at night,
on the back porch while it rains.
My Uncle Teaches Me About Prayer
the early blue-sky bird sings
and in my half-sleep i say
hohou!