POEM
The light comes on,
you are dressed in river,
shielded by your friend
Solomon Manori! who has
already been called
to the little league game
and is late, I think,
and this will be
when an angel appears
on the baseball diamond.
A hit that should be
an out rolls through
then dims in the shallow water.
Love and loss feel a little more
like something I learned
from the back of a shampoo bottle.