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Under the vast oak she croons to three other crones clustered in shade whose edge creeps close each time they settle in their lawn chairs. From this chosen remove they treasure end-of-summer sun. Through wrinkled skin they absorb Karen’s song, a bluesy piece that floats sadly on and on      till it becomes a… Continue reading Karen’s Song

The water in the Gulf of Maine   is deep blue cold coming in   One lighthouse blinks at another   from across the sound   Small white needles   of fishing boats split the surface   leaving a wedge widening behind them Darkness comes early here   slams the world shut cars rush home… Continue reading Maine In Winter