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

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

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?

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…

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

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…

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