the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

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