(2014)
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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