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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