A Ripple

Much as a still body of water,

when a trifling breeze comes up,

feels a ripple start across the pond

searching for the consummation

Saturn Devouring His Children

In a drawing by Goya never held any horror

for me, devouring as any father,

trying to get the Madonna alone and all

the Madonna ever wanted was the kid

To a spider this morning

You seem sure-footed enough

as long as you stay

in your web, filaments so thin

I can't see the spokes

Union Cemetery

There's frost laying across their beds

this morning, like it did

when we were kids in Vermont
No central heat, they slept us

If I Ever

If I ever

anyway

do

or seem to