Monthly Archives: February 2006

(34) paul

I listened to you the
first time and look where
I am now – if I’d
listened to you the second
time, where would I be
now? but speculation doesn’t figure
into time’s accounting, funny man,
your magnetism pulled me out
of Napa, deposited me behind
locked doors – no luck, latecomers

(33) carol

1969 – you, your twin sister
and your older sister, we all
endured 8th grade together,
you three (not me) with
bouffant hairdos, pouffy hair still
popular that year before the
center-parted long straight look arrived –
I only lived two miles
away, same class, same school,
same church, but different countries

(32) david

realized fantasies in flights of
metal – copper, steel – I can
imagine you working over every
curve expressive – hammered, forged,
and oxidized by life, Hephaestus
come to sculpture late in years

I see you, lovely Irish
jacket, fragile skin, frail hair,
fingers wring from the accordion
Ravel’s “Pavane for Dead Infanta”

(31) greg

brother mountaineer – watching the clouds
assemble and dissipate, watching the
storms gather and fade, watching
the trail broaden and then
disappear – watching the sparrows from
your Vermont window, counting the
varieties of sparrow while your
own chickadees are at church

you are watching and waiting
to arrive at distant peaks

(30) jennie

the luminous power of your
grin still reaches me from
the branches of past’s tree –
and there also your body,
in a brown and shaggy
sweater (never that much into
fashion) but flattered with
the rosy glow of then
fresh people meeting – only now
I’m ready to know you

(29) donna

a woman that signals the type of woman she is by wearing quirky shoes can recognize another woman that signals the type of woman she is by wearing quirky shoes

you complimented me by saying my shoes looked more New Haven than Stamford

shoe to shoe, we recognized each other

(28) prue

a songbird in a labryinth
in a landscape – where would
we Rowe-mantics be without you
at the center, valiant troubadour
of day – the morning glory
of your greeting travels up
each sacred trellis, from our
feet unto our voices, propagates in
farflung gardens where your tendrils
twine and bind persistent gladness