Wicked in New York City
Saw it with my sons
No good deed
Un pequito fun

The troubled human condition
The coming tragedy
Corpse to the fire
Ashes to the sea

Magic for my son
We both like fantasy
A little Hawaiian pizza
Southern sweet tea

Springsteen in DC
I sing Born to Run
Best wishes to you, Wendy
La Florida's glowing sun

            She's the One!

I taught for two years in Reno
O, that big blue sky!
Embers and City of Ember
I like Life of Pi

Taught Old Man and the Sea
My myself and I
Coached a little basketball
Why, Judi, Why?

I no longer teach
Disability
Wash a few dishes
Moroccan mint tea

Try to be a good dad
Intense anxiety
Best time we ever had
Beauty Baltic Sea

                Si. We.

My son is gently sleeping
Let him sleep in peace
Home sick from school
I also don't feel well

Keep him, keep him resting
College on the horizon
El futuro, por favor
We are the Witherells

Protect him from the fury
A little dailiness
Quiet meditation
Dublin's Book of Kells

                    Q!

It doesn't work out right in the end
But there are times of grace
Quiet monasteries
Aliens in space?

                      Chase.

Charleston is charming
Wind, sun, water
Talk with my sons
Hope for her daughters

Life is indeed Absurd
Still I try to do my best
She and I, silent Thai
Her hair upon my chest

Florida has the Hurricanes
Seattle has the snow
Poems that endure
But I'll never know

Touches, gentle touches
Spanish lullabies
Susan Darlene Meek:
Dark hair, blue eyes.

flawed heroes
  persistence
       hope

The transience of everything
Buddhamind in snow
My mother's sleeping grave
Toledo, Ohio

Sunlight on the water
Fog on the Golden Gate
I hope I die into it
Destiny not Fate

             prayer for Cate