Monday, June 23, 2008


You burst through the door, hot
& angry, eager to keen
& wail into my ear. Dad-dad telegraphs
your refusal to nap at the sitter’s, the entire shrieking
ride home, his nostrils already flared
by working fires, exhaust
& spring’s gritty exhumation
with a lifted eyebrow. As you leap
into my arms, reeking of dog
& incense, your hair lifts.


Harvey Schmidt said...

Great pictures!!

Ariel Gordon said...

Thanks, H...much appreciated, given your own lovely pics.