Hearth and chimneys remained/when the remote cottages succumbed/to unreachable fire and scouring salt./Stout, alone, together, they stood,/sentinels...
When I look up at the moon I see the past, in particular 46 years ago and a New York Times headline that read Men Walk On Moon. No exclamation point...
I have just been invited to go for a sail in my boat. I say my boat because Bluebeard was my boat for so long —thanks to the ministrations of dozens...