| Spring Poems | | | | The Day for Dying |
| Towards spring in the City | | | | And so we live life, the best we |
| (a St. Paul, Minnesota Poem) | | | | canbetween weakness and strength,night |
| Where the Mississippi River nears the | | | | and daylight! |
| pier,when spring is near, the water is | | | | Awaken by the morning birds-to sleep by |
| loud and high;and all the winter birds, | | | | the evening stars,and in-between we |
| come back, againstthe morning sky.... | | | | dread the daythe day to come...the day |
| Also, there the tireless ice melts, | | | | for dying! |
| heaps, upon heapsagainst the river | | | | #2212/ 2-3-2008 |
| banks; flows down to | | | | Mother's Saint Teresa |
| Saint Louis, and then onto New Orleans | | | | There's more news to tell you, Mombut I |
| (and then, out into the Gulf). | | | | think I said enough-whoopsperhaps not, |
| But close at hand, the city wakes (St. | | | | let me add, |
| Paul)from the refuges of the winter's | | | | I put a statue of Saint Teresaalongside |
| deep;no longer will the city hibernate, | | | | your urn (here in Lima). |
| alarge unrest, for spring. | | | | I had picked it up, if you recall,in |
| Ten-thousand voices can one hearmoving | | | | Santiago, Chile, in 2002,at her grave |
| faster than a deer, asspring nears, and | | | | site. |
| nears, and nears,until they can say, | | | | I had two of them, if I remember, |
| "...spring is here!" | | | | I gave you one, when I returnedfrom that |
| #2214 2-3-2008 | | | | trip, and here, here nowis the other.... |
| Comes Twilight and the Owls | | | | 11/2007 (#2216) |
| Comes twilight and the owls,prowling | | | | Haiku for Peacekeeping |
| like catsupon limb-fanged branchesof | | | | You need big-sharp-teeth |
| trees...;willing slaves, to the | | | | With diplomacy, to win |
| night:sleek as the fiends,they | | | | A war without a battle...! |
| are-thesesmall eyed offspringof | | | | No: 2100 (12-15-2007) |
| twilight. | | | | Dedicated to Dr. |
| #2215 2-3-2008 | | | | |