(1990)
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
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…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
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
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party