Silence is a pocket
In the air
it’s where
I keep my money
Peace pipe
The arrowy requests
We sent with our eyes
left us scattered, fallen
aching up
unto the gleaning
Dutch family in prayer before the meal, 1627
Pilgrim corn
Three herring in a hillock,
as the Patuxet had done.
Three spokes of a wheel.
Three eyes,
three mouths in conversation
guard the corn
that grows up through the wheel.
Clouds on the ground
Saltless
Sealess
Carrying nothing I might need
Neighbors at night
A chance meeting in the Octopus’ garden
That Jules Verne would be there
came as no surprise,
but Jacques Cousteau?!
The sushi was lovely,
but the gin was watery
and hard to see.




