Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

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

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I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

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

Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

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

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

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

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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom