I was dreaming the rain Would shelter families Like ours, that were drowning Because expecting help From what is hurting you Is human, indeed
It's not really that hard to find.
My children grew up, but Left their voices Still echoing in the backyard
This is my sister, about To leave home, And have a happy 1972 Photographs are strange, Making the old young again And time reverse — I remember well that car That very day And that lost leaf driveway My older sister Radiant with her new hope Like summer itself
tea with memories, a pause, not for transmission, but for resealing the pain
waves and flowers both come predictably, and yet we’re still surprised
The fad of Mocking fads shows no sign Of going anywhere
The questions I once asked Now need answering; But answering’s harder than asking