“How Deep Is the Ocean,”
his solo like Buddha
preaching, telling us
what we didn’t know
we knew.  When my son
was born, I stopped
judging my own parents,
my mother practicing
cello each morning at 6,
my father’s jealousy.
Every family is tiresome
in its own way. When the set ends,
I buy drinks for the band.
We raise our glasses, toasting
the tuba, all of us agreeing that
without music, life’s nothing
more than a dirt sandwich.

Image credit:Nathan Bingle

I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College. I currently volunteer for Sky Island Alliance, a regionally-based environmental organization.

My poems have appeared in journals like Carolina Quarterly, Shenandoah, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and New Poets of the American West.

 

Diphtheria Festival, my tenth poetry collection, is now available from Main Street Rag Publishing.

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