Pushpins in the Park

Three clear anchors
Thrust into living flesh
glint in the spring light
Left to rust
Piercings,
Scars -
Sentries to events
Now forgotten


Walk in White Park, Concord, NH April 18, 2004, 12:15. 3 clear pushpins in the trunk of a tree, abandoned there.

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Cock Fight

Sweat and avarice
Were pungent under
The cloud of dust
From the pit

Arms beat in the air
Voices raised to cheer
And exhort the handlers
And their champion

The birds rose as one
And descended in a cloud
Of feathers, spikes, and bites

The yellow of the breastplate
Was stained crimson
With the mortal wounds
Of the loser.

Quiet did not come
For the barking the dogs
And their masters.

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Rock tree

Walk in the park
By the pond
A sturdy trunk
Branches hacked
By rough pruning

Yellow lichen
Moss
Speckle the skin
gnarled and beaten
Knowing sentry
Of countless tales

Close my eyes,
Touch the bark
Flash of granite
Solid and rough
Gravitas
Of the rock tree

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edited November 4, 2018

Rock tree – v2

June 1, 2004

Rock tree

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in White Park

Concord, NH

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Swains

Life is simple.
In my canoe.
Strokes in the water propel me forward.
I chart my course around the cove.
Stress melts away.

The paddle bites into the tawny depths.
Shafts of light illuminate the newborn waves.
Wind and wave push back.
I tack into the breeze.

Muscles turn to the task at hand.
Shoulder and forearm,
Biceps and back.
Familiar work, instinctive in time.
Left, right.
Alternating sides of the hull.
A ribbon of water streams off the blade.

A beaver dives into the cove.
We glide together toward the bridge.
He and I know the way.
Measured distance preserves the spell.

An army of turtles drop into the lake,
Escape their only defense.
Each on their own, a ballet in the water.
A slow elongated dive, glinting in
The reflected light.

Silence in my own little world.
Water, wind, muscle, motion.
Form and function as one.

Panorama of a sunset,
Purple, lilac, amber and gold.
Clouds and pine outline the sky.
Ripples on the water shimmer with the failing light.
The trill of the loon, haunting and pure.

Goldfinch, oriole, grackle join the chorus,
Bullfrog and cricket too.
Heron and osprey soar overhead.
A halo of blackflies silhouetted on the sky.
A fly kisses the surface.

On shore again.
Canoe in its place.
Life is simpler, still
After a paddle on Swains.

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