Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
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
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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…
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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…
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes