First Flight; Walking in Cannaregio; The Oldest Love Poem; Metal Trees

First Flight   Thorns and roses thrive on the same tree, You quoted, and cleaned my wrist at the pump. I followed you around the chicken yard, Helped milk the cow, and pick the corn for dinner. You grew big yellow tomatoes and fat squash, Always a row of zinnias—and roses, roses.   Forty-five years […]