It seems like it has just always been

In truth it is recognizable

As a stage

A delightful...long stage


With warm rolls


Seemingly forever

After school

In truth

It was and is

Much more than soup with warm rolls

And always will be

Even days when we were late

Coming home in the cold and dark

The question

“Will there be soup today?”

“Of course”


Much more than soup

The guy I replaced on the ship was beaten to death

During a hot exchange of words

I was told

“You will go the same way”

I will always remember the interview

An elder law enforcement officer

Going to prison in place of his son

He was asked why

He spoke quietly

“He would not survive in that environment”


Now and forever I salute you

This afternoon

It is clam chowder