for seeing
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Burnished at first, then blemished— an earthly foreshadowing. Then bearded for a while.
The Maine woods. The coastal woods. Where coming into Spring he resides, is at home. Where he keeps a fire burning
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
A man rides his bicycle on the sea. Salt rubs the tires. Sun reflects on the soles of his shoes.
The courtly old lady, widowed for decades, and her calico cat, who take each afternoon sun
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
Quite a sight to behold: a woman of sun, reclining on the grass, in a meadow, abundantly recumbent, hair and limbs lush with heat
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
A sure sign of soon-coming Summer. Another sweet, salt-aired Summer.
Days and nights of pines and stars. Of blue bays, white schooners, top-down
Motoring solo through the immense, silent, parted heart of the forest of Chinon. The birdsong air