(1990)
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
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
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
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
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight