( bygones (part I): denial is undeniable )

( a new and better lost )

( in, is, it )

( miles marked on a calendar )

( as obvious as possible )

( tempo, please )

( an exchange (for emily) )

( versus )

When i think of all the creases of folded cloth
How each line belies the nature of its shape;
My eye turns to my palm, to my fingertips -
What has cause my groves, folds and creases?
Unwinding from those tissue-mazes emerges
The expressions of civility and discourse of reason
Whose linen robed refinement is the throne of
Art, science, and politics.

( a poem for my father )