I carry a bunch of saints
around in my head this

All Saints Day, but, none
is very saintly in the pious

sense of the word — very
human with many, many

foibles as memory serves,
they go now “from strength

to strength,” all the imper-
fections dropping away

like clothes from kids’ backs
as they run toward the lake

grab the rope tied to the
oak, swing out over the

water and drop down in
a joyous, heavenly splash.