DPF / Tate

For lost fathers, for ours would have been 83 now, had he just skipped or flown over this day 26 years ago, from Selected Poems.

from The Lost Pilot / by James Tate

However frightening, I would
discover you, and I would not

turn you in; I would not make
you face your wife, or Dallas, or
the co-pilot, Jim. You

could return to your crazy
orbiting, and I would not try
to fully understand what

it means to you.

DPF / Seuss

For it seems like a good time for this one, from The Lorax.

from The Lorax / by Dr. Seuss

At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows…
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

DPF / Pizarro Harman

For Mary. We will miss you so much. While I can’t exactly condone my own action, I looked for a poem to commemorate Mary Tyler Moore’s passing today at 80, and not finding what I wanted, I came back to this; so, please forgive, but this one’s by me. The complete poem is also here: https://michelepizarroharman.com/about/.  From Sycamore Review, Winter/Spring 1997, where it was originally published. The journal’s current website may be found at: http://www.sycamorereview.com/.

from The Mary Tyler Moore Show: Ninth Episode / by Michele Pizarro Harman

Return to the place of new-driven snow. Become again Mary, Scarlett, Eve.