DREAMING OF THE GOVERNOR AND THE MAYOR PLUNGING INTO THE RIVER Perhaps conjoined at the ankleby a concrete block, like the tailsof Pisces. Yes, let them embrace the East River together in early morning so they may be blessedat last by the light of a new dayrising beautifully without them.         MY DAD’S BIRTHDAY…

SOBRIETY SONNET                          with apologies to my brother, 11 months clean The boy who cried sunlight, summer rain, bird-in-the-bush, in the hand, who cried fiddleheads, brook trout, berries in the field by the chicken house, again and again who cried lilacs, from each bloom a hit of nectar…