(1990)
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
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
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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
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…
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
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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 -
