Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

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

inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls

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

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

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

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…

Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…

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

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

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

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse