With a smile, the POTUS tangoes in Argentina while in Belgium and the rest of the World people try not to cry.

This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up

They moved in on Sunday, a bright and sunny day, the first black family on the bloc… They drove up in two U-Hauls and slowly carried furniture

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.

What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was… leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the web… retrieve from underneath the bed

I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney

First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney

The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over

Let’s stop the crying, Millie. It’s true our friends are dying. They’re old like you and me. Why not celebrate instead that 80 years ago you and I