Artifacts and Dentistry
Nathan isn't with you yet, this Wednesday evening of poetry, courtesy of Columbus Recreation & Parks. You politely listen, patiently await reception of any magic image or sound and it occurs that you seldom hear a poem with the force of the tiny dents and dings you notice on the red housing of the Swiss Army knife, the gift from his mother the year of your wedding. Yes, you realize, these pockmarks are the toothprints of your year-old son.
NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days
in memory of the last month of life of Lester C Coe (1925-1978)