From Frankford’s Haiku Master Jack Hohenstein:
Shapes tamed by human fancy
But not the colors!
My father got his first concussion here.
How many young knees
Scraped on Whitehall’s cindered fields
Remember the Games?
So much rain this Spring.
The narrow garden
Gets ten minutes of sunshine
And uses each one.
Everything growing so fast everywhere.
No Trespassing sign,
But the dandelion seeds
Cannot read a word.
I could hear Dad laugh
As I wiped bird dropping
From his plain gravestone.
From One Temperature by Jack Hohenstein. Copyright 2005 Jack Hohenstein, Published by Full Court Press, Englewood Cliffs, NJ.
There are copies of Jack’s book available at the Free Library branch in Frankford.
3 thoughts on “First Day of Summer”
Is the Hohenstein’s from Penn Street? Father or son? if so I’m check this book out!
Yes Jack is the father and lives down on Penn Street. His son did the artwork for the cover.
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