A Poem for Diane

A Poem for Diane

I thought we had the same grade school,
  Then you did not go there,
I thought we had the same high school,
  Then that girl wasn’t you,
I thought we watched the same sit-com,
  Then you wrote you never do,
We went to the same college, true,
  Though you’re not someone I knew

Your pictures show a lot of folks,
   I see you all the time!
So I know you exist – online,
  Which one of them is you?
I hide behind a frivolous face
  So tell me how are you?
I post a lot of pictures too,
  Most of them are not mine

You hang with many old school friends?
  Since graduation, the old crew?
I don’t do social media much,
  Sometimes I’ve real things to do,
But love to hook up with old friends,
  You make my profile new!

White Shadows

White Shadows
  (a poem for August 6th)

As the rising sun 
  Blinds on the horizon,
She is warmed, she’s a girl,
  She’s iridescent, she’s the World

No more eating peas and rice from her lunchbox,
  Now carbonized, displayed on the museum shelf,
No more worry brother won’t return home from war,
  No more Mama-san work in the kitchen

Come see the pearls of purity
  Grow about her bright new soul,
Cleansing crass grains worldly
  As an oyster from its shell,
From sex, from lust, take money,
  Of impoverishing the world for our fear we’re hungry,
The crimes of empire dishonor a nation,
  But not her, not now

As with her we laud pure angels

Now we are too white shadows, cast,
  Daisy petals from the blast

The Poem about Holding Sand

The Poem about Holding Sand

When she and I bathed at the beach,
It could have been Aquinnah,
Or Bend in the Road, the Jetty,
  I think it was Dyke Beach on Chappaquiddick,
Wherever it was,
  I wanted this forever to stick

  So …

I grasped some shell’n grit beach in my hand
To clench this moment, on the strand,
I held it tight with all my might,
  Some did slip out, not quite alright
But no matter, most still there,
  I only need grip with more care

Wise men and fools try to hold hours,
The precious moments that are ours,
And holding tighter what little left
  Meant I could not reclaim time’s theft
Of lost moments, however divine,
  I could not hold the sands of time