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

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

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

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

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

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

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…

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union