Lucius Furius

Lucius Furius Jul 2017

It was cold.
Night.
January, I think.
I was wearing long underwear.
I went to the reservoir and played my recorder.

A hope I'd been hoping was done.

I played for the trees and the fish.
Quiet songs.
They eased my heart.

Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_014_res_n.MP3 .

#night #water #music

Lucius Furius Jul 2017

To My Son

I would have given you a perfect faith,
belief, unassailable and absolute;
joy's well-spring.

I offer only a substitute -- these poems,
disparate, contradictory,
tempered in truest love and despair.
Use them.

Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_004_son.MP3 .

#son #faith #poetry

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