When I was still doing the four-letter thing called work 

on April 11, 1992... on school business.

I was in New York, Upstate New York, in somebody else’s home.

I remember the occasion… where does time go?

I was looking for the poem I put on the Blog yesterday...

and found the short poem... I'm using today.

Chairs, books, etchings, come old pumpkin seeds

dried in a dish in the kitchen window;

pencils in a long narrow tray from India;

a crystal frog and five elephants,

one of those a seven-year’old’s art project

in some long ago second grade class;

family pictures of weddings and picnics’

deep red, small rugs on polished wood floors;

water colors, bright pillows and flowered drapes

in a real home of honest people in Rochester.

The superfluous April rain respects the quiet warm.