Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union