We work for hours
at my son’s house
trimming grass, pulling weeds.
The thistle are taller
What we came for, and what arrives.
My grandson and I walk out the pier
all the way to the lighthouse,
for Zoe Miranda and Alyssa Ann
As I gaze into the faces
of our new granddaughters
Sparrows gather in the back yard
and sit on the fence posts
without any necks. Last summer
we fed them sunflower seeds.
My wife agrees to babysit overnight
our new granddaughter—Zoe Miranda.
“They need some time alone, ” she says,
and I think aloud “And so do we.”
I park before the old hardware store
stare into the darkness.
LATE AFTERNOON AT THE NURSING HOME
We sit near the window whiling the hours
out of the day, till she tells us, “I want to
A Story of War
My grandson and I visit the history museum.
Driving to a poetry read at night
through Ohio’s frosted fields
we talk our way there
past the dark prison in Mansfield
Fresh snow on the ground
beneath the bird feeders
tilting in the wind
soft light before dawn.