How Mend the Years
April 2014
let him sit on the beach
my uncle in his lawn chair
that folds like a stork
aluminum and shredded
blue webbing glass of Labatt’s
in his hand
let him unreel
the past on the waves psalms
pastures and lilies
the cosmos blooming stargazing
a blur he almost can feel made one
with what he is seeing lake
and the line between water and sky…