Sky chopperKnows all the traffic.Barges float on,Down the river,Under bridges.The clouds signal weather;The banks give time and temp.And I find yet another reason.

Home, going back home.  ToWhere my parents live, stillLive, on the other side of my oldRoom.  It’s filled with treasuresOf forgotten days, theTreasures now forgotten themselves,Sunk to the murky floor of my life’s oceanAlong with pencil-hearted notesAnd the odd extra-base hit I managed.I go home, look around.  I alwaysExpect to find something.A twenty stashed away … Continue reading Maybe I’ll Find Something I Can Use

          along the long, tidal river                     an indian word meaning               college towns                     a good use of land          evergreens                          pine and droopy fir                          pinecones growing thick                                 this time of year               hike anywhere               hike in your backyard               up one of those hills               see a warehouse from there                                                                  a pond          industry then forest          forest then industry          subdivisions before subdivisions               advent and yellow buses               bright as the low-hanging moon                                 trucking its way through winter-white                                 & brown/green          undisturbed trees are islands                     in … Continue reading Landscape:  Connecticut 2/07

Coal porter can’t sing but he brings us barges of energy from the dermis of Earth & that sounds good to me.