The Book

Did I meet you in that little shop
where the book of love is kept behind the counter?
Impossible except our names are there

To My Father, Empowered by a Stroke

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.

Spring Moon

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.