Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

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

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

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

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…

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

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

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

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

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

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

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom