The Willows

The Willows

I never knew you yet
I feel you in
each room that is
a haloed space,
unchanging and
remembered. 
Sacred.
I hear you
whispering
through the
wallpaper that is
frayed and steeped in
melancholy at your
leaving.
I see you leaning in, 
listening.
Your quick hands
make light work.
Small renovations, 
disorderly lives.
Snip snip.

I look where you looked
and through the picture window
past the bird house
and the tree, 
I wonder at
your presence
in my heart.

Laws of Salvage

Laws of Salvage

Full Moon Over Penobscot Bay

Full Moon Over Penobscot Bay