Poetry

this year turning a warm wind blows over and I am reminded of the last when I lay on the grass catching scent of another ocean close shore seas an incredible temporality of wind opening my eye to determinedly hot sands interbound with roots of large leaved trees resilient to the storms that love an island & how completely it…

buckles before laces and later, narrow fitting shoes for the girls efforts unavailed such continuation heaps down momentum of dull force accumulates no dissatisfactory metaphor our lives the abandoned textile mill will they knock it down or convert it into flats? or will it be neither tossed in some fearful encompassing graves rubble vast derelict oceans devoid of fish the…