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
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
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
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more