There are some few whose
goodness is almost visible
and palpable. They shine
in the dark. They exude.
They are rare as rubies.
They are as dangerous
as they are harmless.
They don't know it
which is essential.
I've beheld some,
known some.
So have you.
Name them.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
ON A MONTANA MOUNTAIN
Tilted meadow generously sprinkled with
yellow fawn lilies each a miniature miracle
mid-June morning crisp clean cool
I am seated next to a hip high stack of firewood
and visited by natives of the place
chipmunks who stare and twitch atop the wood
and stay to entertain for half an hour
so long as I stay still
yellow fawn lilies each a miniature miracle
mid-June morning crisp clean cool
I am seated next to a hip high stack of firewood
and visited by natives of the place
chipmunks who stare and twitch atop the wood
and stay to entertain for half an hour
so long as I stay still
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
PHOTOGRAPH
There is a photograph taken
when I was four or so.
I’m sitting on my father’s shoulders.
He is standing in the huge garden
where he loved to go
on summer Saturday afternoons.
On his head is his standard issue
feedcap. Both of us are grinning
at the photographer, my mother.
Too young to think of winning
or losing or what it means to worry,
I am sitting on my father’s shoulders,
held firmly and securely by
by his strong arms. I know
I can not, will not, fall.
My trust is absolute.
But I am only four or so,
sitting on my father’s shoulders.
when I was four or so.
I’m sitting on my father’s shoulders.
He is standing in the huge garden
where he loved to go
on summer Saturday afternoons.
On his head is his standard issue
feedcap. Both of us are grinning
at the photographer, my mother.
Too young to think of winning
or losing or what it means to worry,
I am sitting on my father’s shoulders,
held firmly and securely by
by his strong arms. I know
I can not, will not, fall.
My trust is absolute.
But I am only four or so,
sitting on my father’s shoulders.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
AVIAN ARCHITECT
The robin’s nest in the hawthorn tree
has a new feature: a long strip
of zebra grass that extends a foot
beyond the nest on both sides.
It’s hard not to believe the builder
has added an artistic flourish,
a creative touch he is sure
his mate will appreciate.
I hope she does.
has a new feature: a long strip
of zebra grass that extends a foot
beyond the nest on both sides.
It’s hard not to believe the builder
has added an artistic flourish,
a creative touch he is sure
his mate will appreciate.
I hope she does.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
UNCLE FRANK PAYS A VISIT
Before you leave, you've got to see
Beamesderfer's Hardware. It's our little town's
closest claim to fame. It sits on the corner
of Elm and Main. The ancient sign
out front modeslty announces "Hardware."
Derfy, that's what everybody calls him, is
in his 80's and knows the name and size
of every screw and bolt that's ever been
manufactured. They're scattered all over
the store but he knows exactly where.
Walk in the place and you'll swear
you're back in 1947.
Once, just for fun, I told him I needed
a left-handed monkey wrench.
Without cracking a smile, he walked
to the back of the store and brought
back a rusty wrench. "I've been
saving this," he said, "for the next
jackass who asked for one.
Eleven dollars and seventy-five cents."
The look on his face told me I'd better pay.
I did.
Beamesderfer's Hardware. It's our little town's
closest claim to fame. It sits on the corner
of Elm and Main. The ancient sign
out front modeslty announces "Hardware."
Derfy, that's what everybody calls him, is
in his 80's and knows the name and size
of every screw and bolt that's ever been
manufactured. They're scattered all over
the store but he knows exactly where.
Walk in the place and you'll swear
you're back in 1947.
Once, just for fun, I told him I needed
a left-handed monkey wrench.
Without cracking a smile, he walked
to the back of the store and brought
back a rusty wrench. "I've been
saving this," he said, "for the next
jackass who asked for one.
Eleven dollars and seventy-five cents."
The look on his face told me I'd better pay.
I did.
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