(2000)
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
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pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
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
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
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…
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold