These flying trips to New Bedford

These unexpected flying trips to New Bedford

Always turn up some treasure

Some little gem.

Hadn’t been to Baker Books for a long while.

COMING SOON

April is Poetry Month

And there in the display your book

THROWBACKS

I snatch it up

A quick look inside

Then I think

A picture?

Flip it over and there you are.

And what a wonderful picture of you.

Jaunty straw hat frames your face

Which looks fuller

And happier.

He looks GOOD

And that makes me happy.

For Bob Dylan on his birthday

Guru devotion

Being such a fan
of actual physical love

all these years
I -off and on
flirted with the idea
of loving an entity
a spirit
a physical person- but removed
out of reach
in-accessible
by reason of distance
or taboo

Love of another nature.

to simply gaze on an image of the Beloved's face
brings overwhelming joy
the sound of the Beloved's voice
is heart breaking.

I could not imagine
a love like this without conclusion
then I realized that is how I feel
about you.

Fading

More remote become
the years the memories
Harder to recall
the little details

Things once so important
love affairs heartbreaks
pains losses
births deaths
grandmothers mothers
fathers sisters brothers
gone long ago

Did we ever think
they would fade so?
A dream is the only place
they come to call
So real there
down to my son's baby curls
or a precious lover's skin

On waking
I am startled to see
where I am
Oh this is my life now

That other one is gone
Sadness for things lost
but surprise at how it fades by day