Monthly Archives: July 2015

Follow the stream bed I said to the heron. Curve your way through the green hemlock and pine. A widening of waters awaits your blue longing, a meadow of larkspur– sail there, it’s time.

I like the white shoulders of the new highway, their graveled lean, the clean unbroken margin of asphalt as yet uncracked by frost, wet from an evening rain in fact that hisses when cars pass. They crunch ever so slightly … Continue reading →

Bumper to bumper a shiny cortege for a much-loved neighbor parks out front on a dangerous curve, stretching as far as the eye can see, disgorging mourners on the shoulder and crushing my daylilies.