Rower’s Moon, a poem
For Muriel....
Ah a Holy sport
are you headed to Alexandria port
with a cargo of wine and olives
or just the rowers themselves
wanting to see what you see every day
giving scholars reason to open
their bodies, minds strength
I grew up here centuries ago
reading and rowing
I knew nothing of Homer
until Susan Connolly, a trained classicist
guided me with the Fagel’s translation
she was cruelly taken by the hated cancer
before she travelled to Greece and Italy
I like to think she is there now
during the Golden Age
perhaps the children you teach
will make it there, crying at the richness
Susan’s quest
perhaps meeting Helen
First Among Women
I must rest my mind
I cannot write longer
just to say as you bless Rockland Harbor
you will be blessed by Olympus
and with the love of so many
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