Comments about Jenne Kaivo
Return From A Travel
The sidewalk oak will no more dance or tremble
When wind howls typhoon-strong past its street-corner;
Age makes the tree be proud and bare and grown, untrimmed.
I see your door where I once begged is now a hole
Where kits of foxes yip and yowl.
I see the chapel where you did not show seems overgrown
With poison ivy vines that glow in fall.
The life I thought was mine is come and gone.
The statue tall and bronzed that was Colossus