(2014)
Each line to be repeated slowly
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
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
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
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
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
