(2000)
#ColdDay #LazySpiritWinter
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
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
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
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
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
