Nagoya, Japan, 1987
After college I was hard struck
with a severe bout of wanderlust.
I went East (directionally, west)
and there, with a kind of luck,
found that truth is yonder, rust
eternal, but the present blessed.
Bellevue, Washington, 1988
At dusk, I’d sit on the back porch watching bats flit
through the trees, which they never seemed to hit.