Joe Stern-McGovern of Universal Artists: Help End AIDS now!

 

1 Hour Old

 

River Cuts the Snow
 

I sit on bench and stare

Through glass with chipped paint pane

Too dusty to view the fields

In which you played last fall

Born third week of winter

You lit these fields with gold

This fire burst in folds

To who does the curled peak call?

Then the wind stole you, my child

As quickly as you’d come

It was as if this never was

Where does this river run?

Gone like a gossamer puff on dale

As I listen to the ptarmigan sing

If we could imagine beyond such things

If it hadn’t been for AIDS

Hail falling in clumps like fists

Silver fox which dies before age

A gnarled pine which never fades

Dew which sits on lotus at noon

So fine a man you’d have made

I sit on bank a ghost’s shell

The fallen mallard lost to hope

I thought I heard you lost in this storm

As I watch river cut the snow

 

For my son, Kenneth

Joe Stern-McGovern

 

 

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