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Veiled Sky

The view before me

Of the veiled sky

— distant edge of rain

Before the faint illumination

Tells me I am alone

To see

But not alone


Cottage Country

Church spires have disappeared today

Against a backdrop of white-ish grey

The day is murky , still and dreich

I’ve a longing to cast away

Morning Twilight

The twinkle of the Lobster boats

Scattered like a necklace

Of stars

Along my Atlantic horizon

Remark to me

The wealth

Of our


The Last Vitality

I saw The Last of Eva

In Her Strict Blue Eyes

Sitting up to get up

And out

Of a secondary hospital

10 Years Later

Where is my brother now?

He is in my right eye

The corner of which

I rub occasionally

With my right index finger

As He so often


Eye Gladly Wear Real Mink

Eye Gladly Wear Real Mink

From a dead mother in law

But today I bought

A fake spruce —

Bush from a box

With tiny silver lights

Tied at the top

To be unfurled

With the eternal hope

Of a birthday visit

From my living son


Seeing Red

For Valentine’s Day

Eye wanted a gown

The colour of poinsettia —

My first husband’s response

To my request:

“Whadda ya want that For?”

Day Light

The sky is the colour of salmon

The horizon is streaked with gold

Filaments of autumn

Laid out straight —

My rising to behold

Jackie’s Birthday

Early light laced through

The neighbour’s tree through the clouds

The sun as Eye write

On Into

One Night on the NY State Thruway

Eye drove with a silver haired

CBC executive

On into the night

And he said to me

Alone as we were:

“Ahh to keep driving

On into the night”