THREE POEMS
Lineage
When my father calls my grandfather, he becomes a son.
He calls me to become, again, a father. My son
would have made me a father and my father
a grandfather. The expectation: this would continue,
one long trail of names passed like a candle.
I carry the weight of my father’s name.
Some sons say that.
My father carries my grandfather to the car,
his body no heavier than a bundle of
