A MEMORY OF FRANKLIN STREET
Heaven surrounded us, all sweetness then,
Bright sky and earth, so calm and more than fair;
Warm and expansive, welcoming, so when
We passed a building it seemed more than square
Brick and rough timber. I might stop to stare
And wonder at the glow of what had been
Before my time; reach out to touch the bare
And rugged trunk of one great tree again.
Recall my father once stood with me there
As he explained its decades, more than ten,
Of leafing and then shedding. Past repair,
Its life had paralleled the lives of men.
Not his, of course. I see him smiling now
Through all the drooping leaf and brittle bough.