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To say the grandchildren, in fact
—oh, to utter them
Is that not their secret stratagem
unspeaking to have us express them?
Otherwise they are lost to us
banished by our failure to imagine them
leave the unsayable aside
show them the ordinary humanity
shaping us from generation to generation
Is it not your dream, grandchildren
to have our dreams enter one another
so mingled we dream up each other?
What if not this is our deepest?

:- Doug.

Wisdom calls us
but does not
and nowhere exist

:- Doug.

Many things interweaving
where is this thread’s untied end?

:- Doug.

I work on living and dying
the inevitability of a life
growing as it is gathering in
dying as it is leading us
to experience fullness of living

:- Doug.

A time for turning our attention.

:- Doug.

You know their limits
these grandchildren
and their possibilities

:- Doug.

You are grace embodied.

:- Doug.

Your lasting contribution.

:- Doug.

Neither optimism nor pessimism: work.

:- Doug.

What people say of poets
could be said of elders

:- Doug.