Returning to the city of your childhood
Leaving my roommates in New York
This strangeness in my life
Entering the student's poem
Visions from my office window
Electric fan and the dead man (or the widow as a useful object toward the end of the century)
On the slow train passing through
When I was thirty-five you took my photograph
To give this a name, astonishing
At eighty-three she lives alone
From Boston to Binghamton
Cousin Francis speaks out
