At seventy-two I’ve begun writing poems.
Right now, just poems, not yet poetry.
Literary journals, a new discovery, allow me to
Measure the distance I will have to travel.
It is long but I don’t mind.
I love reading the occasional Home run.
Today, I read an upper-deck job called The Ditch Kids of the Maui
Sugar Company in the latest issue of something called the Three Penny
Review. It costs Seven Dollars. Try it.
No conflict of interest here. They rejected my initial submission in
Just three days. They make up their minds quickly. I’m hoping next time to last at least a week.
I have been playing tennis for fifty years but would never call myself
a tennis player.
No worries, I still love playing and every now and then
I’ll hit a screaming one-handed backhand down the line
over the high part of the net that lets me think, not bad.
It’s what I’m hoping for in my new pursuit.
Not a masterpiece but something that lets me think,
not bad. Something like a line drive single to right
just over the second baseman’s outstretched glove.
Frank retired as chief of commercial litigation for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey. In retirement, he has written two well-received books on law. He has also taught courses at the Princeton Adult School. He has lived with his wife, Lydia, in Princeton since 1986. They have two children and three grandchildren.
