DPF / Frame

Here’s my erratum (burden). My apologies to Ms. Frame! Valentine brings me back around to Frame. And, back to the waves. Not very Leprechaun-ish, but magical nonetheless.

from Sunday Afternoon at Two O’clock / by Janet Frame

Seizing the time from the University clock, the wind
suddenly cannot carry its burden of chiming sound.
The waves ride in, tumultuous, breaking gustily out of tune,
two o’clock on Sunday afternoon.

DPF / Tate

Twenty-three years today since our father had his gun salute and American-flag folding. He was not a pilot, but he was a B-52 navigator.

from The Lost Pilot / by James Tate

and you, passing over again,
fast, perfect, and unwilling
to tell me that you are doing