(2000)
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
