(2014)
#Haiku
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
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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…
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…