Diplomatic Detours

Storms are a delight for my albatross. This diver sails giddy on gusts, soaring over volcanoes Threatening to erupt, unspooling lava fields That...

After you depart, I act on your request: To a mountaintop or to the Ganges. To seek a Somewhere for ashes to scatter....

War fused us. Vietnam left you leery of spider holes; Chad left me mourning a midnight escape. But poets don’t thrive in fear...