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
