And another poem from 1993: A 25-year Reunion Directory, when the catering groups for reunions were only starting up, was mailed over three months after the event...
A SERIES OF EVENTS IN JANUARY 1993
The arrival of the reunion directory
was supposed to culminate a series of four events.
I bought wool on sale
and sewed an A-line skirt,
gray plaid with a line of brown.
I biked in my black jeans for the Sunday
smelter smokestack demolition.
I stood two hours in cold on Sunday
in a clear view on a lot with many others,
until they set off charges in the stack
and a puff crawled up the base
and it began to tip, then collapsed
all in a shimmer, down, and that
was how it vanished. Then I pedaled back.
I wore the skirt on Monday for the march
when they changed the name of K-Street
to Martin Luther King, Jr. Way. It means
the area is African-American, now,
despite the Valhalla Temple. Strange,
yet not at all, to walk below the temple
windows behind some Indians.
My mother would not have winked an eye.
And would have played piano,
my father filled prescriptions
where it is now Browne's Star Grill.
When the storm woke me
on Inauguration Day
I dressed in the skirt and a pink sweater.
In the cold and dark of the wind
a panel of fresh tar paper
blew off the roof past my window,
but my radio batteries were good.
Later, when I phoned about the directory,
they explained rather riskily, already
over three months, they had been
out of power, like so many all weekend long.