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

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

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

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

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

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

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

I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…

SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…