All day long my watch has been stopping
On me, every few hours, a good Omega
Automatic chronometer, certified,
Gold face and bezel, circa 1970,
Self-winding. My father left it to me
When he died, ...
My grandfather, nineteen years of age,
Falls from the pages of the unabridged
Dictionary where I keep him pressed,
A sepia print of him in his second suit,
A double-breasted serge. The satin ...
The scarlet torches of crape myrtle
Crowd my window, kindled by the sun.
Their thick foliage blocks my view
Of all but the treetops and the sky.
I enjoy the flower-clusters, and butterflies
That visit ...