I see you Gus
in the eyes of the Snowy Owl
as it wings by windshield high

Islander idly rumbles
in her slip
calmly churning in the
dying light

Where will we walk / When the beach has gone / Pushed back into / some pickle balled court / or swimming pool / Undermined it slides / into the next wave break.

A great tree fell / the other day / opening up a / new patch of sky / in town.

In my first boat / a small and tender / Swampscott dory / at flood tide / I have sailed by and touched / your base

A Thanksgiving poem.

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