a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

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

I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer

Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work

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

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…

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

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

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

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

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…

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