the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
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 -
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
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…