All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

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

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

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

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

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

(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

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night