The Conversation
Take the time
my brother, just a boy,
sat alone in the house
and spoke to the stray.
Tributes
Today My Father Should Be at The Score
marking out the route,
pulling out road signs from the back of the car—
road bowling in progress—
I’d Drive Anywhere with You
We eat dinner in the car. I lock the doors
and then we’re in the real world
of the two of us, inchoate in the half-dark
Constancy
My grandfather knew how to share
iron and leather with a horse
sweat turning the earth, the fertile smell
the plodding, the slow prayer.
Their Share of the Dark
That hour of the night when sick people fall
forever from the high ledges of their lives
and the city is deep in a dream it will not share.