Your life as explained in your letter recently received is very difficult to read. It’s been 40 years since we last saw each other or talked. Most of your problems I knew nothing about....

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking.

Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere

A doctor by day Ralph spends his nights ordering tulip bulbs from Holland beautiful and rare

After 50 years Wilma at her class reunion thinks Waldo’s changed with age that he’s nice now, not the snake she wed

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm

I have to hope America can trust and welcome them especially parents hiding children

We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…

Niagara Falls her silver hair so long it bounces off the swan

Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird

Fred’s a reasonable man something he takes pride in. Just the other night before he threw a dish against the wall while

Only the blind man with his leader dog and tapping cane stops when the homeless man standing near the curb

The two religions differ in a number of ways Insha’Allah! Alleluia! There’s a radical difference especially in their martyrs.