#227-262 : August 14, 2005 - Present


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Sunday, September 18, 2005

[Rained Out]

The lot is empty
where the town gathers each year
to look at itself

Saturday, September 17, 2005

[Viva Satchmo]

The New Orleans sound
can't be drowned or blown away
long as ears can hear

Friday, September 16, 2005

[Found Art]

Deep in the trash pile
a framed photo of a wolf
gone back to the wild

Thursday, September 15, 2005

[Old Friends]

Down to Lines Island
the boys bask in the sunshine
celebrating life

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

[Local Magnet]

Shoppers come to Bath
for the bargains at Reny's
in the old brick town

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

[Imagine Palms]

Hot sun on the sands
stiff breeze out of the southwest
tropical moment

Monday, September 12, 2005


Breezing up southwest
after the tide begins to flood
sets the Toad dancing

Sunday, September 11, 2005

[Mushroom Time]

Bracken scented woods
humid in the dappled green
circled by magic

Saturday, September 10, 2005


Soaking up the light
we move between dawn and dusk
in a dance of love

Friday, September 9, 2005

[Receeding Waters]

Reaching out for help
when the world is upside down
and railing at fools

Thursday, September 8, 2005

[Political Animals]

Now the ostriches
are making a great display
galloping around

Wednesday, September 7, 2005

[Zorach Sculpture]

In Bath's library park
the Spirit of the Sea
conjures up the air

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

[Rockwell Kent Image]

Out on the bowsprit
a boy can feel the surges
and wind in his hair

Monday, September 5, 2005

[Leviathan Rising]

The shock of contact
with what lies in deep waters
bumps us out of dreams

Sunday, September 4, 2005

[The Red Queen]

Arbitrary fate
can be as cruel as nature
in the hands of man

It was my desire to always play a perfect game of croquet.
It was my desire to be the mallet striking the ball
of my soul through the wickets of life.
It was my desire to need only one turn
to finish the entire course.
It was my desire to play the angles of approach,
so I would always be in front of the next wicket.
It was my desire to know every spot of dry grass,
so I would never roll too far.
It was my desire to know every patch in need of mowing,
so I would not be slowed down.
It was my desire to know the exact edge of the rough,
so I would remain within proper bounds.
It was my desire to never miss striking my
opponent's ball, so I would always have another turn.
It was my desire to drive my opponent's ball
to positions that would further my own progress.
It was my desire to send my opponent's ball flying
whenever it became a threat to my own advance.
It was my desire to never miss what I was aiming at.
It was my desire to always be in perfect alignment.
O divine presence,
Purge from me the need for human perfection.
Take from me my striving for flawlessness.
Become for me a jeweler who possesses an uncut stone.
Let me be a gem that flow like water.
Let no facet be the same as any other.
Let no face become rigid or set.
Let no symmetry establish a predictable pattern.
Let the light shine brightly in every aspect of my being.
Let me turn over to you the hammer and chisel.
Let me relinquish the polishing cloth.
O divine presence, be in me the source of life.
Be in me the refiner of my soul.
Be in me a craftsperson who cuts,
abrades and polishes.
Set me down somewhere in the tiara of life.
Place me wherever you will in the crown of your glory.

[SnapBack from John Dunne-Brady]

Saturday, September 3, 2005

[Raven Mask]

The carrion birds
croak over the carcasses
in the wake of fate

Friday, September 2, 2005

[Still Charmed]

When I was a boy
I dreamed of cabin cruisers
and the floating life

Thursday, September 1, 2005


Distant winds in spin
big seas pounding on the shore
high water rising

Wednesday, August 31, 2005


The meadows are draped
with silken entrapments all
shining in the mist

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

[Back to It]

The school year begins
and a new tribe of freshmen
put on their war paint

Monday, August 29, 2005

[Air Sign]

When a rainbow bridge
arches over the waters
we lift up our eyes

Sunday, August 28, 2005

[Pig Wrestling]

Trying to grasp it
a fleeting image from dreams
the moment of truth

Saturday, August 27, 2005


The summer dragon
still breathes upon us at noon
but now sleeps at night

Friday, August 26, 2005

[Riverside Display]

Cardinal flowers
make brilliant daubs of scarlet
by the dark waters

Thursday, August 25, 2005

[Base Realignment]

The military
is quitting town to fly south
leaving us the air

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

[Naked Limbs]

Visions on the shore
of wild abandoned gestures
lascivious logs

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

[Downtown Bath]

The hum of the yard
and bustle of the highway
echo in empty streets

Monday, August 22, 2005

[Caught in the Headlights]

An apparition
appears in the road ahead
wavers and is gone

"But something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face."
-Theodore Roethke

[Snapback from Carter Ruff]

Sunday, August 21, 2005

[Hide and Seek]

A rank green lushness
erupts into the warm air
obscuring the path

First year's hop harvest
Sticky, spiny bracht in palm
Once dried, flavor ale.

[Snapback from Carter Ruff]

Saturday, August 20, 2005

[How Far We've Come]

Common condiments
once were exotic spices
and distance was real

Friday, August 19, 2005

[Morning Rush]

The absurdity
of filling our lives with haste--
oops I gotta go

Thursday, August 18, 2005

[Peggy at Play]

Tensions come unwound
as we slide across the wind
in the summer light

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

[Evening Song]

Crickets in chorus
chirping out the passing time
as the sun declines

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

[Idle Passages]

In summer stillness
high clouds filligree the sky
the bay fills with light

Monday, August 15, 2005

[On Witch Spring Hill]

There are ospreys perched
atop the power pylons
where the cars rush by

Sunday, August 14, 2005

[Wind against Tide]

Hot southerly wind
huffing up the Kennebec
makes waves on the ebb