The Book
December 21, 2013
Did I meet you in that little shop
where the book of love is kept behind the counter?
Impossible except our names are there
Father, I watch you poised beside the bed
trembling against your metal walker
gathering strength for the grand move
to the dressing table across the room.
Don’t let this moment pass unattended
don’t let the spring moon march down the sky alone
an owl is calling from a far oak branch
she is calling you.