little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
