Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
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…
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
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Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
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…