Saturday, April 23, 2016

Poem for Saturday and Springy Canal

By E. Ethelbert Miller

inside the car
françois and i
could see the light
coming from the
cigarette michele
duvalier was smoking
her husband
declared president
for life looked like
a fat chauffeur
sitting beind the

and i smiled

the small
procession of cars
slipping past us
in the dark

we did not know
that a few miles
away people were
already celebrating
nor could we see
joy on the faces
of the men who ran
holding knives and
sticks to the place
where papa doc
was buried
tonight even
ghosts will die
as françois and i
walk barefoot
at the center
of port-au-prince


Happy Passover! Friday was better than Thursday, though I avoided the news wherever possible so maybe I just don't know. I rewrote a review of Voyager's "The Q and the Grey" that I thought I'd finished on Thursday, did a little bit of shopping, and had dinner with my parents, though we're having the main family seder on Saturday night, when Adam, Christine, and other friends of our family can be there.

The Nationals were willing so convincingly when we got home that we watched a couple of Bones episodes, though confusingly the first four episodes of the fourth season are included in the season three DVD set, so we started watching several episodes in before realizing we'd skipped a disc. ZACK, HOW COULD YOU! Photos from a walk along the C&O Canal at the peak of bluebell season, which has given way to azalea season:

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