Two Poems

My Grown-up Granddaughter Asks

The Ganges at dusk?

Machu Picchu at dawn?

Dear, I am happiest

listening to Grandma

sing off-key

in the tub.

Kitchen Table, 7:13 A.M.

Instead of the front page

I look out the window.

Two hemlocks,

Japanese maple,

and a jay

have something to say.

Headlines of their own.