A moment ago
light stretched on the long limb
now all in cloud’s shade.
Lemonade
The delicacy
of the lacework canopy
of leaves and branches
Remember
September evening
in Midwood, and someone plays
a guitar nearby,
Daily Mercy
In Great Abaco
in The Mudd, all is destroyed.
It’s raining again.
Grace 5
Words lie down to sleep
in green pastures as shadows
stretch into the night.
Grace 4
The feathery deep
greens of banks of trees under
heavy grey-white sky,
Grace 3
Under the withered
leaves of the plane trees, she walks
slowly, hunched over.
