crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by