Sunday, November 20, 2016

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Sunday, November 6, 2016

beachcomber


A  man on shore meditates, a child totters seaward.
Their hands raise up, lift down
as I bend and brush earth
108 times



Saturday, November 5, 2016

remembering
Hopkin's joy and sorrow
him, writing
read by 6
yet he wrote
and lived
for love of

obeyed himself
slightly more
than any god could have thought

ought not to forget
how the trees
these ashes
downed
cut him to the core
or the birdsong
(those prolonged stutters
led him to)

Friday, November 4, 2016