He is ten now. He does not remember teething
on my dog tags or holding my sweat-stained
patrol cap in the Fort Knox gym the night I came home.
Poetry
Does The Enoree River Remember Hans Einstein? (and other poems)
Ask the scientist up to his knees drumming/
on concrete with his paddle,/
making wild river jazz.
Copyright (and other poems)
I saw just one set of footsteps, which told me
I was being carried by the Lord, even though
I was suffering, you know?