Tagged as “poetry”

They’ve arrested that father in Romulus,

charged him with arson and murder.

On the news, he’s yanked away in handcuffs,

angular with anger and grief.

Paul, burly in a cardigan, reads about a dying man.

...

We have become more intimate with you

Than lovers, had more mastery of your limbs

Than childhood taught you. Once you looked inside

Your spirit, offered your heart to someone dear.   

Now you have let us strangers heft that heart

And...

 (for the class of 1977’s 30-Year Reunion)

“Ithaca, forever” . . . whatever

a hopeful dream,

a wish that, like Ulysses, we might

come home if we could ever

outlive our students loans.

...

When Shadrach left the furnace

All Babylon was ablaze,

Terrible and brilliant light

Slashing and clawing from walls

Of yellow brick, from palm fronds,

From the high sun that echoed

Jubilation.   The shafts leaped ...