(Written to be read aloud, if so be, Thanksgiving Day)
I remember here by the fire,
In the flickering reds and saffrons,
They came in a ramshackle tub,
Pilgrims in tall hats,
Pilgrims of iron ...Read More

We are even more modern
we are free
not to know
pining pining
til the trees are in
their autumn beauty
who knows why
we are free
left on in the apartment
while I walk ...Read More

If "truth is a fire," as Klimt scrawled on a sketch for his
painting Nuda Veritas, "and to speak truth means to shine and
to burn," then I'm a spent firework, blown-open, hollow, grime-
smeared and left ...Read More

I'm home. I'm not home. I'm on the road or
Off it, briefly. I've been out of place. I've been
Taking familiar walks. I like the boardwalk. I like
The swamp. I feel ill at ease. I feel fine.

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Do not fear.
The garden is yours
And it is yours to gather the fruits
And every flower of every kind,
And to set the high wall about it
And the closed gates.
The gates of your wall no ...Read More

There where the racecourse is
Delight makes all of the one mind
The riders upon the swift horses
The field that closes in behind.
We too had good attendance once,
Hearers, hearteners of the ...Read More