Five-Year-Old Eyescue Mozart’s Requiem AeternamOne of my trips headed homefrom New York’s southern tierto Erie, then on to Cleveland.From a funeral. Both times.segue to Dies Irae ( dee-us eer-i )The second one, in a blizzardthat had me hoping I’d liveto see Lake Erie on the horizon,hit too close to home.transition… Lux AeternaBut this was the … Continue reading Five-Year-Old Eyes – a poem by Ken Gierke