Of Time & the River
My granddaughter
pulls into
New Orleans
in a
gypsy van
with a
three-legged
dog & a
pot stash &
stands on
the banks of
the Mississippi
smoking a
a cigarette
off Decatur
down by
Café du
Monde
at sunrise
where
forty years
earlier I
& a
small boy
young enough
to be
her son but
was her
father skipped
stones across
the river.
The poem above is included in Born Into Water. Click here for ordering info.
