You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little

Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves

When Fred was a boy, he heard his… talk about Grandpa going to town d… to sell the bounty of his harvest. On his farm he had eggs, butter an… vegetables and meat. He’d buy suga…

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five

The late Justice Scalia, a strict conservative on the Supreme Court, would have voted in favor of prayer

Walking in the forest as morning comes I hear piccolos of wrens and robins offer hymns to God

Many years later when I meet her… on my way out of the Russian Tea… I notice how beautiful she is dini… a man more attentive than I was ba… But I see chaos dancing in her ey…

Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot

She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year

I bring a milkshake every other we… to an old man in a nursing home, a refugee from Germany who paid me 50 cents to cut his grass when I w… a kid in Chicago after WWII.

We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why

This morning I woke up early feelin’ good, feelin’ the way I felt 50 years ago, no aches, no pains, can’t wait to shower, hop on the El, go back to work,