Still Life
If memory loomed over Roethke
as large as my Buddhist friend
said, then I prefer to remember
what you remember: her earring,
his old wallet, a few nickels, a bolt,
collected in an unexpected corner.
Still Life
If memory loomed over Roethke
as large as my Buddhist friend
said, then I prefer to remember
what you remember: her earring,
his old wallet, a few nickels, a bolt,
collected in an unexpected corner.
Jefferson Beavers 
Jefferson, thank you for your poems. I really love reading them. They are small seeds of grace. This is a completely different side of you!