A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull

A gathering of elders from the local rest home is out for a walk after dusk on canes and walkers admiring roses and lilies

And so I’ll tell old Max, and maybe he will listen, it’s time to call the plumber in and tell him,

Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.

He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.

I found an old friend in a cardboard box in the basement where I left him forty years ago.

I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play

A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.

It’s a simple procedure I’ve done for years many times a day. You’ll go home this afternoon, take it easy over the weekend,

I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet

An imam should say eternity lasts too long to sit by the fire Donal Mahoney

Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,

I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

The editor of the school paper came at the appointed hour and found the old poet in his backyard alert in a lawn chair with a