Monthly Archives: September 2014

On Fat Crabs

The crab pot is so full that the fat crustaceans are at each other fierce claws tearing at sibling shells as though they were the bait There’s a season in our lives when we realize we too are trapped by … Continue reading

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The Thistle

At the roadside scattered in the gravel stands a forest of poppies in colors random & variegated from snow white to blood purple golden yellow to passion pink and at the forest’s center two as of the china red of … Continue reading

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Assumptions

I’ve come to assume that where there’s light there’s also life but then I’m a fool imagining the family sitting down for supper around a table as the daylight fades there across the water on the endless Island where the … Continue reading

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White Noise

Say Hey! What’s the news?    asked the blue jay of the squirrel    Why! There’s not much I can say!        My almanac got shredded for a bed!        But the acorn’s finally off the … Continue reading

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Gathering Dust

It hangs in a museum a curious brilliant work carved as though by laser into the stainless steel of the modern world Art washed of dust the graphic silhouettes of a woman without a soul a man without a scruple … Continue reading

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The River

It was the summer of our lives when every river knew its banks when its waters ran cool & deep and corn stood tall in the field For the answer to the questions we turned to the farmers’ almanac which … Continue reading

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Tapestry of Time

In the fabric of time how can we begin to portray the color of the autumn wood fired so fiercely in amber & red but begin with them in winter when like naked schoolgirls they shivered in shame Had anyone … Continue reading

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The Autumn Mail

And so it is the leaves that but so recently fell fall again unable to hold to their reluctant limbs bent to autumn’s wind Just as it is that love when it is young boasts of such eternal tenacity not … Continue reading

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The Blueberry Bush

When the blossoms all have fallen and the garden harvest is all done the beauty of the blueberry shrub claims the final glory of the season with leaves so full of fire even Moses would have had to pause for … Continue reading

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The Apriplum

At the market the apriplum’s on sale In reality it is a plumicot but it depends on your taste Plums do prefer the latter Cots favor the former A farmer laughs At the twilight do we not all believe what … Continue reading

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Window Boxes

First the boards Long straight strips towering 16′ to the ceiling of the lumbering cedar shed Their fresh milled edges sharp sharp as a carpenter’s knife One face cut bowery rough the other as smooth as broadway legs At the … Continue reading

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I Am Summer

You waited for me in June when the winter snow still lay heavy on the hill when the cherry blossom still hung white on the tree By the fire on the hearth you sat bundled in wool wondering what misfortune … Continue reading

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