wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

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

little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

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

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

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…

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

(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

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer