Thursday, June 19, 2014

This Sunday Morning

Forgive me for not showing up at your door
as of late.  At home, my wife cooks vegetable soup for lunch.
My son, reading the classics, asks the meaning of
a Chinese character.   My daughter tugs at my pants
 and pulls my hair. I am afraid 
I will never make it out the door this Sunday morning. 

awakening

fireflies flit, the night awakens