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There are only so many solitudes.
Wine with cherry blossoms
in the center.
The creak of timbers in a roof.
My father, as I see him,
lost in the swells of Sandusky Bay.
What did he see?
What was he seeing?
Sails he sailed
with no harbor for his thoughts.
A dark recessional.

Solitudes encircle me like woods
circling a meadow,
a warbler trilling above its silence.
Where is the bric-a-brac of meaning?
Notes in books?
Dried flowers?
Locks of hair?
They bring their solitude with them.
Chin on knees.
Surf sounding.
Terns calling.
The sky for company.

Published inIndex of all Poems