Born in New York City (in Elmhurst), I lived in several different places there but have memories only of The Bronx (off Fordham Road). Then my family moved out "on The Island"—to Lynbrook, where we stayed till I graduated from Hofstra (then a College). Several years after my wife, Pat, and I married, we, plus our two children, settled in the Boston area and have remained there (except for my daughter, Kate, who has lived in Manhattan for quite a while). I have been writing poetry since I was twelve (many moons ago).

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Time Changes


Every childhood summer morning,
outside my waking windows
the dense clusters of maple leaves
silently released a joy
that swelled the brightening air.

Then they didn't;
when I turned adult, those leaves,
though still heavy and hushed,
were nothing more than blank green faces.

Now, in the remaining summers
gifted to me,
oh, how those leaves again set free
a joy that lifts all the air.





The Years of My Life

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While trying to stretch 
the morning stiffness
out of my aging fingers

I remember my hands
reaching up to clasp
the toy that dangled above
my childhood bed,

and for a long moment
I am held motionless
by the mystery of time.
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