OBSERVATION FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
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…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union