little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
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
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
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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…
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing