Some Old Poems

 
      More Letters From Paradise
          Some Old Poems
       Kelly Loving
 At the foot of the tree
  with its scarred bark
    a baseball glove
      On the cross
     flowers dried
       abandoned
    stuffed animals
     Rain soaked

        Martha's Story

I think I still have a bag tag.
I threw away all the other stuff
  years ago because it was so
     painful to remember.
  They said we had to get rid
   of all of our possessions
   except for two suitcases.
We didn't have anything of value
     except for our piano.
     We were taken to the
    Santa Anita Racetrack
and kept in one of the stables.
You can say what you will about
       the ALCU
 but at that time they were
    our only friends.

       Aloha
       Grant
Japanese Internment Camp