I must begin again, without shame.
Wailana Coffee Shop
Honolulu
Spring Dream of SueSue
Perfectly quiet a trout lets me hold him.
You surface laughing, dark hair, blue shirt unbuttoned.
March
Lament For Paul
Scratching your beard, excited, "Fantastic," you said about the Beatles' new record. The next night you played your own shy songs, surprising us. You were crushed beneath your car, but your songs, Paul, I heard them. We all heard them.
Woodstock
For Coyote