for seeing
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The Maine woods. The coastal woods. Where coming into Spring he resides, is at home. Where he keeps a fire burning
It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
A sure sign of soon-coming Summer. Another sweet, salt-aired Summer.
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
Quite a sight to behold: a woman of sun, reclining on the grass, in a meadow, abundantly recumbent, hair and limbs lush with heat
If he could see you now. Really see you. Take you entirely in. As you are now, in these days, places
Who wore a green plastic visor the color of a ginger ale bottle. Who had a raspy voice and Charles Coburn kind of face. A forever bachelor
Be still now with the Earth. Still with the Sun, the Land, Sea
Motoring solo through the immense, silent, parted heart of the forest of Chinon. The birdsong air
I’m glad for mine. The long, aquiline form of it. The way it has shaped, informed my face;
When the Moon moves between our Sun, Earth and up-raised eyes, through the long-held breath of our wisdom-keepers,
While the town sleeps and dreams behind me. And pined islands lay silently, invisibly off the salt-tongued shore.
As I awakened to this morning, eyes still closed, I was thinking of you, long-gone Mom and Dad,