Aim for the Buddha!

boys playing

war in the yard




young men’s pictures  hang over old soldiers  in wheelchairs




Pearl Harbor headlines

still startle

ghosts in the halls



snowless winter

old soldiers

fighting for breath




waning moon—

each visit less

of him left




saying goodbye

he calls me my sister’s name

one last time




thinnest moon—last look from my father’s cold blue eye



between earth and sky

will I pass my father

among white clouds?




only our dad could

enjoy his own autopsy—

still doing science







Photo by Luis Argerich on Flickr