My Friend in Flapping Stages Tries to Take Flight

April is my favorite month. / Its stormy flowers / and puddled rainbows are captivating / as is the lightning / that breaks cool spring nights / like a child’s scribble.


Passing by the burial ground, / I see some flickers of light. / A friend tells me / it’s the bones that flash.

Out Back, Behind the Hospital

We shared cigarettes and jokes / talked about anything except / what we’d seen, the baby we’d X-rayed, / his bruises…


San Nicolas fluctuated between mentor, master. / The more I travelled the stairs, he levitated. The more / I slid my finger along his goldstone frame, he’d say, /‘Ciónnn.

Six Weeks into Chemotherapy

To be unseen, unprayed for, to be unhugged / in the grocery store and left alone // to select a melon.


Now it’s loose in the house, and out back. / lop away its extremities, they swell back fat.

A Spring Without Us

The playground has been locked for months. / A swing coughs dryly in the shade.

Surviving You

I don’t know how I did it, / loved you all those years in the quiet landscape / of a burning vineyard, of a toppling mountain…


Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.