Lea Grundy

Letter to Aidan: (12/14/06)
In your warm room
I watched you sleeping.
The neighbors' porch light made the bars
Around your small and sweaty face,
Arms slim and sweet as young bamboo.
Springtime During the Occupation (12/14/06)
More than a month we were still waiting
After the war.
The phone connections were pretty good.
Sometimes we laughed.
Some people came home.
We Are Calling It Down (Dream Poem After September 11, 2001) (12/14/06)
We tape up the windows.
Where are our children?
We hide inside,