To Aunt Barbara
Dusky voiced by a lake
Welcoming with half steps
Placed with careless love:
Come up please.
Max in the half-light--
You'd chuckle--your low laugh
Lighting a small star,
A Pall Mall angled
To a dull heart.
Barbara your voice
Was a season
In a street or country place
Forestalling day's end
To another time--
On a wheel--a dark potter's
Eye, spinning at dusk
In a turning returning light.
6/2006-5/2026
