Islip Born:

His pale eyes

Bright with light

Shone with grace

A soul touched

However lightly

By Christ

A middle class

Workingman–With–

Strong arms

A broad back

And a buzzed hair cut

Cut down to its blond roots

Born and raised in Islip

If I were to take a guess

White skin

Burnt, then tanned

Over and again

A middle class workingman

I’d give him my hand

To wed

If he so chose

First, we need to meet again