Dear Helen,
Sorry for my tardiness in replying. I was away on holiday with my family. We visited the state of Washington and watched the casualties of liberalism wander around its capital, Olympia. There we found that peculiar, vacant sort of misery produced only by the left. Bless them, curse us. This is the first stanza of my poem about the ambulances:
Last night the ambulances
sirenless lights
on the black trees
Landlocked hospital ships
Chalices to the newly infirm
On the highway at night
they head the other way
One at a time, three of them.
Perhaps that can stand on its own. Maybe my problem with poems since my daughter was born is not a problem of creativity but of courage. Maybe creativity and courage are the same thing. In any case, your criticisms and encouragement are always welcome.
vale bene,
D