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Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

she’ll be

eight

at the end

of the month

and taller

than me

by this time

next year

she’s got big feet

and likes to part her hair

straight down the middle

like Alfalfa

she hates to brush her teeth

or be told to brush her teeth

she doesn’t like tomatoes

or putting things back where they belong

or being told to put things back where they belong

she likes to run the show

and for the most part

I let her

she makes straight As

and can comprehend

whatever she reads

and this helps her to write

her short stories, poems and letters

she takes ballet

and moves across the floor

with natural grace

and when we’re at home

I teach her karate

and we spar in the kitchen

and when we’re upstairs in the gym

she watches me lift weights

and does the same

with her weights

and we both love music

and dancing

we do a lot of dancing

and I think she’s awake now

‘cause I hear her feet

coming down the kitchen

yep

she’s awake

and reading this …

but before I go

want you to know

what an artist she is

her paintings and drawings

have such dimension

and feeling and movement

and something all her own

so for her birthday

this year

we’re going to turn a room

into an art studio

and let her paint murals

on her walls

the sun

and the clouds

the rain

and the snow

the moon

and the stars

and the green

that grows

oh, and one more thing

did I tell you she’s fearless

she has a pink go-kart

with a pink helmet

and a four wheeler

with a medal foot

and she’s pretty good

at golf

too

TL

Dr. Pittard

Dr. Pittard

he was

by my side

through it all

and I knew

he’d see me through

come what may

he knew my fears

even if I never said

he sensed it

like he did

with so many

before

with so many

after

but it was more

than that

more than I would admit

my mother died

giving birth to me

that’s what I always believed

always would

nine months …

of being afraid

then I heard her cry

and he was by my side

telling me how good I did

then he sewed me back up

and my life began

that day

eight years later

he’s the one

who needs to be sewed back up

it’s his heart

that needs mending

no doctor can cure

and I wish there were something

but there’s nothing you can do or say

when someone you love so

passes away

TL

Korea

Korea

cherry blossoms

are in full bloom

this time of year

as they stroll the streets

softened by the palest

of pink petals

in years gone by

they had their dreams

that one day

someday

they’d give their children away

under those pale pink arches

and the piano would play

their song

and those would be happy tears

that fell

her hand in his

but the bride she’ll never be

the groom gone, too

and the parents

on the bank

don’t see

the cherry trees

across the shore

they only see

the branches bare

this time of year

TL

Easter Eggs

Easter Eggs

hard shells

will nest

in pink

inner tubes

and run

through fields

of yellow buttercups

and float across

an azure sky

and play ball

at Wrigley Field

and stroll along

Wisteria Lane

and come close

to a sunset swirl

before cracked

and peeled

and salted

white

dipped in

red hot

spice

TL

Missed

Missed

a dog

didn’t even

register

content the two

but after

that day

he run out

into the road

those three years

they had him

and all those years before him

and all those years after him

it registered …

what a dog can do

to the contentment

of two

TL

Just Joe

Just Joe

if he’s

scared

he won’t

show it

he’ll think of

something funny

to say

and we’ll all

laugh

 cause that’s his way

but she knows him

too well

he’ll make

the best of it

in that Birmingham bed

and when he comes to

the skeleton crew

won’t feel sorry

for him

cause he won’t

let ‘em

he’ll say he’s sorry

they had to work

Easter weekend

stuck with him

and they’ll laugh

out loud

and fuss all over him

ask him if he needs

anything

and he’ll have

this laundry list

of made-up things

nothing near

the truth

and when he sees

the worry welling

in her eyes

he’ll tell her

to go home

and rest

and come back

later

cause he ain’t going

nowhere

his son will be

right there

and as she goes

to go

he’ll holler

loud as his stitches

will allow

“Reba, don’t forget

to bring me back

a plate …

Jennifer, don’t let her forget

to bring me back

a plate …

Tim can have

my tray!”

TL

Grow

Grow

she Will

in her off-white dress

in the country church

a few trees between

where she lived

with her parents and

two brothers

across the street from

her aunt and uncle’s house

through the woods

to her grandparents’ house

not far

from where she graduated

high school

and she could have been

a nurse anywhere

but she never thought about

leaving home

how could she

granny’s cooking Sunday supper

and her cousins are coming over

and Easter’s next weekend

and the baby’s almost here

and her daddy will be plowing

the field soon

like his daddy did

and something good Will grow

in the garden

so long as

you take the time

it takes

to walk the rows

pull the weeds

water the seed

and fix the fences

don’t forget to fix the fences

so the garden Will grow

do this daily

and you’ll never go

hungry

and chances are

you’ll be happy

TL

Parking Lot

Parking Lot

they took

the track

where the

old guy

in the tan sedan

got out

and walked

his quota

they took

the track

where the

heavy-set crew

adjusted their pace

to the breath

it takes to talk

on the phone

they took

the track

where the

teenagers

run their race

and fly over

orange cones

they took

the track

where the off-duty

let off steam

patrol pounds

they took

the track

where the children

were at

the ones who

skipped ahead

and left a laugh

a hoot, a holler

they took

the track

where the sun

would rise

and set

where the rain

would drip

and drizzle

where the wind

would whip

chap the lip

where the puffs

were cubes

and the surface

fried an egg

they took

the track

where all those soles

came and went

they took

the track

dug it up

and dumped it out

in piles

turned the oval

square

so they could

park there

they took

the track

and replaced it

with that

and the old guy

the talkers

the teens

the off-duty

the kids

the jogger

we ain’t been back

‘cause they took

the track

thanks a

lot

TL

The Ace

The Ace

but i remember it

from when i was

how it made me feel

light as air

y o u t h

it really is

a card

and you’re all in

win or lose

who cares

the chances are

and you take ‘em

then you start

to read

the directions

scared to make a move

you count the pieces

how can you play without the pieces

and what about the dice

it’s missing a dot

you can’t count it

if it’s missing

a dot

it all has to match up

make sense

start here – end there

game over – play again

that’s the rule

after awhile

after all

the winning

the losing

the folding

the ties

you just don’t wanna

play no more

so you burn the board

chunk all the pieces

drop the deck

rip the score

spin the seat

but the Ace

you keep

be it a spade

a diamond

puppy foot

or heart

the Ace

you keep

in the pocket

case you need it

and chances are

you’re gonna need it

TL

Asleep

Asleep

trespass

of a tear

trails back

to ancient times

that first brick

a stack of stones

did you wake

with want

a ray instead

what does that do

over time

ask the house of snow

maybe he knows

or did

before he melted

into tin

the ringing rain

that fell

into the cracks

of clay

and deep

they were

those cracks

in clay

too deep

to fill

with merely drops

a sheet or shower

one window

one box

the door

stayed locked

did anybody ever

knock

or find the key

somewhere

and did it fit

the lock

maybe not

just use

a bobby pin

or a tribe of Indians

or a crowbar

or one of those

sticks that blow up

maybe not

maybe it doesn’t

take a whole lot

just a little

like a scrap

you fold just once

just enough

to say

and push it

under her door

and walk away

and maybe someday

she’ll get up

and go to the door

and open it

and find you

still there

asleep

TL

Things

Things

been buying

bins

for all

those things

sentimental such

the gonna-get-to-rush

the had-to-have-but-didn’t

after all

the feeling-bad-so-bought-it

cha-ching

the gifts they gave and kept on giving

where to put

the useless things

that don’t bring you

anything

but dust

the why-am-i-holding-on

to this …

stuff

been buying

bins

for all

those things

TL

Command

Command

and Tiger’s

not playing

the Masters

what next

still

there he is

down

for sure

surely

not done

many Masters

to come

days in the sun

lives he’s lived

lost

gazing out

peering in

it’s there

in the lift

in the fall

heel to toe

way he walks

the green

up that hill

down that slope

like a lion

in the wind

contained

now at hand

this seat

to sit

high up

in the stands

like an old man

who never knew

he was old

‘til somebody

told him so

grit and grip

take it in

what the dark

demands

the valley

not the peak

where we find

ourselves

again

back to square

uncluttered there

the mind moves

within the body

and returns

the heart

to its soul

TL

Lord

Lord

the daffodils

have pushed through

why can’t i

the yellow butterfly

finds a way

why can’t i

the old guy

with his bags

in each hand

goes home

why can’t i

the weary woman

in the cathedral

has no food

 but lights the wick

why can’t i

the man

with bullets

buried in his back

forgives

his friend

why can’t i

the little boy

without a mother

without a father

still takes his jar

out at night

and finds the light

why can’t i

the baby born

without a stitch

a kiss

or wish

reaches out

why can’t i

all those men

women and children

who lost somebody

that awful day

still walk the wheat

even in rain

why can’t i

the farmer

in his field

of empty rows

still carries seed

why can’t i

the women

who put their

mirrors down

don’t dwell

why can’t i

the daughter

who lost

her father

in the wind

long ago

has stopped

why can’t i

TL

The Gift

The Gift

in his down

time

when he

wasn’t under

the hood

or over the dash

of his not-long-bought

jeep

the antique one, the model, that turned his head

the one he gave up his blue boat for

determined to restore

like any good mechanic

he knows her body well

her inner-workings sublime to his practical mind

he can get lost for days

in there

but now and again

above his brew

through the windshield

he’d catch a glimmer

a streak

and catlike he’d move himself

into position

still as steel

ready to take him out

that damn squirrel

had to die

all the damage done

the detonation of insulation

the gnawing, the gloating

something had to be done

so he’d grab his bb gun

and fire a few

and wait it out

and this went on

for months

would have

months more

if he hadn’t

had a hankering

to drive him out

with the hose

he blasted the water

through the gutter

who knows how long

when he heard

something cry

and reached in

the river

and felt around

until his hand

met something

small and wet

soaked and spent

and barely breathing

he climbed down the ladder

and had the strangest look

what to do

so he took a towel

and dried the ball

and dragged out an aquarium

and found half a bag of shavings

and dumped it in

and for some reason

he figured on plastic gloves

and started filling them with hot water

and soon as he laid ‘em down

that baby squirrel

knew his mama

and slept

for hours

and woke up

hungry for a bottle

these days

he can’t get enough walnuts

or the love of a child

who gave him a name

and all her toys

and when she runs from

room to room

he follows her about

like a “little lamb”

bounding across fields of carpet and tile

he climbs her leg

his only tree

and scampers up and down the trunk

‘til he tires

and wants his bottle

and the man

with the gun

watches the child

put the baby to bed

and he can’t help

but smile

and shake his head

TL

Well-Worn

Well-Worn

when the words

run out

and the silence

sets in

and you feel

you’ve felt

what it is

to be born

and live like that

and take your lot

the sum of it

the plus

the minus

and make it what

the shell of a living thing

that crawled along

the same path

where seeds were sown

and flowers grew

and the butterflies appeared

like they disappeared

and the rain

fell short

of the root

the sun severed

from the moon

a blue sky

were it always

blue

like a blessing

or were it always

gray

like a stone

or were it ever was

a bed

of black velvet

that held

a diamond

new

TL

Fleeting

Fleeting

the shadow

of a bird

against red brick

like a line

cast out

to sea

the hook flew

across the surface

and sunk somewhere

beyond the bareness

of you … of me

TL

Two Wheels

Two Wheels

with a wink

and a wrench

he took off

each training wheel

and tossed ‘em

to the ground

and she looked down

at the pink plastic wheels

then back to the bike

then up to him

and Papa smiled and told her

“There’s nothing to it …

don’t look down at the bike,

look straight ahead”

he said it might take her

five days or five minutes

all depends

seemed a second

as I stood there

in the melting snow

and watched her

wheel away

further and further

I saw her

smaller and smaller

in the distance

crawling across the floor

when suddenly she stood up

and took a step

and started walking …

“Mama, can you believe

I can ride a bike now!”

TL

 

Drop-off Line

Drop-off Line

maybe 3

looked to be

had her bag

ready for school

happy in her pink coat

with big buttons

but in the rush

to get to class

on time

Rudolph fell

out of her bag

thump

hit the cement cold

‘course she cried

and cried some more

her daddy tried

but she was much too deep

in tears to tell him

that Rudolph

“Rudolph with his bright red nose”

was real to her

and when he fell

to the ground

tumbling down

he got hurt

and hit his head

his nose bled

and she

felt it

TL

Come On

Come On

before they

put the pumpkins out

carved the mouth

before they

thawed the bird

stuffed

and bathed in butter

before they

unwrapped the lights

found the short

before they

wrapped your slippers

another zip-up robe

before Christmas

took to the streets

pa rum pum pum pum

before the ball

could drop

in New York City

Happy New Year!

before the big game

in Alabama

wow

before spring

could change

to summer

and back again

smell the gardenias

the fresh cut grass

ripe tomato

here you go

come on

open your eyes

didn’t you hear

the Doc …

different dose

this time

come on

you can do it

didn’t you sleep

good

last night

didn’t you see

the sun

rise in your room

didn’t you feel

Papa break

where’s the fight

one more round

you got one more round

left to go

come on

here’s your glove

put it on

come on

don’t just lie there

wake up

don’t let ‘em see ‘ya like that

don’t go out …

like that

cuss ‘em good

knock ‘em out

come on

there’s an opening

take it !

why won’t you take it !

come ooooooooooooooooooon

Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanny

GET UP !

TL