Harry Seymour
Wonders of pollination / Bees buzzing to songs / Hummingbirds sing / In harmony / To the percussion / Of butterfly wings
Warren Woessner
The Black Skimmer working its way / close to shore — too close / for the Red Knots that arrived / last night from Argentina.
Harry Seymour
Juneteenth and Father’s Day Third week of June A double celebration Of fathers we know And those liberated
Holly St. John Bergon
She would have remembered today’s blue sky / from summers at the Vineyard Sailing Camp / where she learned about tacking and heeling / and coming about on the calm or choppy / waters of the Lagoon.

2021

What is there about Martha’s Vineyard / That urged a friend of mine from Lebanon / To say, “I don’t want to die without seeing / Martha’s Vineyard.”

He stepped into / big shoes / and filled them well / Sean walked in them / until they fit / his own feet.

I wrote about hawks once before when they were nesting and feeding their fledglings.

Lonely rectangles
Squeeze our souls
Stacked one on top of another
Slid into moveable vessels
Stationary now

Filled with us
The new interstate cargo
Rooted to this spot
No place to go

Or left to sit at the altar
Replace pews of worship
For logs of sorrow
Alone
Alone

For Platt, my brother.

Groundhog Day, a day without reason.

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