the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
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…
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
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
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
