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

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

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

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

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…

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…

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…

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

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Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

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