A poet in a crowd of poets, I first met Jimmy Carter at the White House in 1980. Too short a time after that Tom T. Hall, an old friend, asked Jim Whitehead and me if we would meet him …
Walking through a fallow field,
I found an arrowhead
more lovely than I’d ever seen,
upon an earthen pedestal
not packed by rain
but sheltered by the point itself.
Caressing it, I let my mind race back to when