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

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…

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party

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

(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

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

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

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

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

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

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work