Monday, October 5, 2009

It must be the bright autumn sun

Boy On a Bike

Is the distance from here to Laguna
any farther than birth to manhood?
You are a father now,and I live in Chicago,
thinking of you as the neighbor's boy
rides by on his bike,
mitt hooked on handlebars
like you once did.

I can get on a plane,
but that ache, for that you,
can only be reached by

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem. You're such a poet and I can just feel the love between each letter written.
    Remembering sustains us.


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