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.