OBSERVATION FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
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…
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union