It wasn’t till our 40th I learned
my roommate, Tom Kubota, in the War,
with all his family, had been interned
in Idaho. He’d always kept that door
shut tight. Seattle born but Japanese
in lineage, considered then a threat
to our security, such families
as his were seized and often left in debt.
For all of that, what we his roommates knew
of Tom was someone gentle, puckish, kind
and deferential to a fault, one who
would never boast the keenness of his mind.
In Kyoto later, an Olympic scheme,
he designed the quarters of the US team.