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

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

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…

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

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind