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
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
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…
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two