Monthly Archives: July 2016

The Evening Light

The evening light plays tricks on the eyes to the east the mountains have all turned smokey`blue when in fact they are simply gray going brown with July heat off to the west the islands have gone smokey`rose as if … Continue reading

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Mid`Day

Mid`day the blistering sun singes the young plants the second`planting in July the serrated leaves of cucumbers going yellow right under my eyes the yellow dog has withered in the shade of the shed beyond temptation of any ball Some … Continue reading

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The Spice`Girls

The bald eagle circling overhead has been at it an hour Once he moved to the south then he returned again in wide lazy circles his eye on me Or rather them It was moving day for the four Spice`Girls … Continue reading

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When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes I see the world as it was See you as you were then when before distances took the edges you overflowed with the bounty of living the dry thirst of loving We were children then … Continue reading

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Blue`Jays

Is there anything quite as free as two blue`jays in an alder tree Waiting for the faithful Seeder to fill again their empty feeder Watching from a kitchen window listening to their blue`jay lingo What the one says to the … Continue reading

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Book of the Dead

I had a book in which I wrote the names of the dead at whose graves I had stood the good the bad the ordinary Empty`handed they had arrived Empty`handed they departed What they were was written `up in their … Continue reading

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The Road Home

The road home is longer than the road takes one out into the world The young see life’s landscapes The old observe its land`marks pausing at each passing cairn as witnesses of the way in remembrance The past recalls [it … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning Fog shrouds the Island bringing a sense of normal to a world gone too bright words soaked with hate Too many words Time for Sabbath For a look into the heart rather than the study of heat angry … Continue reading

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A Great Migration

The earth turns    moves steadily       on its long axis and in its turning    we move along       slow as ants lugging treasure    from here there       to hide in caves in … Continue reading

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The Day`Dreamer

The old poet shaves at a mirror his face all in a lather and in his hand a razor The air scented of soap and of olive orchards where so long ago he fell asleep He was young then Too … Continue reading

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A Younger Man

A younger man mentioned Sunday he thought he’d seen me while shopping at the market But I was well down the aisle wearing my baseball cap my hair was too long my face bearded ‘I would have said something otherwise … Continue reading

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The Butterfly

The butterfly white as willow has found herself a place in the hyssop in summer bloom as blue as cobalt on evergreen So confident she is not seen at rest there Still as a pure snow`drop in a spring breeze … Continue reading

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