Category Archives: Poetry

The Visitor

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Empty chairs in the garden

no steps on the stair

stone walls silent cooling

no presence walks there.

In the distance low voices

laugh away in the wind

why don’t you stay longer

I don’t care where you’ve been.

 

 

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Mapping

imageBuilding cairns out of stones and leaves

and bits of trees forest sea debris

everywhere I go I leave a print a hint

shred or shadow a little piece of me

i may have said once long ago invisible

is the one and only honest way to be

but i must have left a door ajar

perceptions change I’ve travelled far

what i feel is real is it’s alright if when

my time is past a stranger or almost friend

finds among fragments along life’s path

remembrance of the presence i once wore

In Memory of The Woman I Never Knew Whom I Have Known All My Life

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Her house for sale now

real estate sign face down on the lawn

implies more than declares

No one, I think, has checked for days

She has gone from there

I don’t know when

We mind our own business here

in quiet neighbourhoods

No matter we exchanged no words

I honour her now—-trespass sometimes required—-

I honour her now

stand before her house absent of her there behind the drape

I step across her early morning lawn

photograph this birdbath in spring sunlight

imagining she loved it once

enough to place it precisely there

equidistant from window and sidewalk

the private the public

and we smile our smiles

Talk is not needed here

the water has all gone to vapour.