My aunt never married;
on occasion my mother...

You who cast your living snobbery against
our years long past ought to bear it lightly...

Squat ugly gnarled trunk
tapering branches flower...

Comes a time when children leave;
they take their youth with them...

The poppy fields of West India and Burma provided...
Victoria Peak...

It is a rare heart that appreciates
the compromises others make...

It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...

Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...

It is an Italian elm,
branches sweeping...

When your lover tells you to help her son
how can you refuse for lack of knowledge...

Why ask who will stop the rain
when the question is when will it begin...

The Red Shift of Distant Lights
Seeking...