David Watts

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My son brings me a stone and asks
which star it fell from.He is serious
and so I must be careful,
even though I know he will place it
...

Inheritance

My father is made
of dust and intelligence.
...

He is sitting next to her.
The firmness of her thigh is pressed against his.
There is no light between them.
...

4.

My father used few words.
He moved fearless
from task to task as if
they were meals to be eaten.
...

Burma Shave

Crescent of soap
in the dish, absence
...

Na Trang

My brother straps on his webbing, his belt,
his canteen, sidearm... gone
...

Pleasure

Because she felt pleasure
running like that,
...

Things My Son Told Me
for Gabriel

Dad, I like you... I don't kiss you very much
...

9.

Virus

The sun is a fried egg.
The wind has a door in it
...

Laredo,1945

Mums is sleeping.
All the sentences she diagrammed
...

Rita's Kiss
We'd like to think what happens in the dark
is real, that shadow
is just the light's rearrangement of a difficult truth.
...

Having and Keeping

She takes off her clothes without reservation.
The territories of her body sing
...

David Watts Biography

David Watts trained first as a classical musician, then switched into medicine becoming an Internist and Gastroenterologist on the faculty of the University of California San Francisco. He has been a television and radio host on PBS, Lifetime Network and served as a commentator on All Things Considered. He came to poetry late in life training at San Francisco State University and The Squaw Valley Community of Writers. He has also written short story collections, western novels, mysteries and essays.He lives in California with his wife and two sons.)

The Best Poem Of David Watts

Fragment At The Beginning Of Something...

My son brings me a stone and asks
which star it fell from.He is serious
and so I must be careful,
even though I know he will place it
among those things that will leave him
someday, and he will go on, gathering.
For this is one of those moments
that turns suddenly toward you, opening
as it turns, as if for an instant
we paused on the edge of a heartbeat
and then pressed forward, conscious
of the fear that runs beside us
and how lovely it is to be with each other
in the long resilient mornings.

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