(2008)
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
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…
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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
