the day
sweeps into the night
with blue grey
and lavender.
i wonder where
the oranges and reds
go on evenings like these.

one osprey waits for another
to wing its way across the inlet

#178. tom’s cat too

February 19, 2010

“A jaguar who is the night sun”
the chuff hnnnh chuff of the hungry cat
at dusk backlit
by the remains of
the westering star
the prey looks for cover
but I

#37. Mr. Ed

October 3, 2009

Remember how
when as little little kids
he’d give
us some small job
to do.
Like organizing the pop bottles
in the basement of the old Congress Market
and however much you did it was enough.
No judgment but thanks.
he used to make egg nog for the customers
at christmas.
He put such sweet energy into
that punch
of course no one could make it
like him.
Once, to make me feel included with the guys,
he labelled a can of beer (falstaff)
and put it away for 7 or 8
years until I was twenty-one.
I loved the way he kissed my neck
when we hugged.

At sunset and at dawning
the shadows are long.
Even at noon or midnight
Uncle Eddie’s shadow
is long in my life.

I love him always.
I miss him too much.

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