The Hawk Outpost 8:40am
The Brilliant Sheen
Upon The Water
Fills My Heart & Eyes
I Love It So
It Guides My Way
I Will Sing Of It
Until I Die
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:38pm
There once was A Girl
for Whom all She touched
turned to Silver
She lived in a Silver House
with Her Mother
and Five Cats
(The Cats weren’t Silver)
— there was a Silver Statue
of Her Mother after The Mother
died
& The Girl kept It
under Her Silver Bed
She had Friends come over
but would not touch Them
unless They wanted to be Silver too
One Day She met A Little Man
down a mossy lane
and The Little Man touched Her
by mistakei
He instantly turned
to Silver
and ran away
without even telling The Girl
His Name
The Hawk Outpost 8:35am
The thinnest of Silver Streaks
move over The Water View
from My Kitchen Outpost
The Cloud Cover
lets Them in
along The Horizon
and out to sea
with inward pools of Light
closer to Me
The Hawk Outpost 9:17am
Silver Light envelopes Me
as I stand before
My Hawk Outpost —
I see The Beads Of Light
on The Laundry Line
& feel the warmth of Sun
shimmering
through My cobwebbed
window
The Hawk Deck 9:55am
I have a view
from The Corner of My Deck
where the open steps go down
to the grass
beyond which is the hedge
of bamboo, the scrub spruce
& one silhouetted roof-line
meeting the horizon
of silver glitter
which is Mine
The Hawk Deck Rail 8:55am
The Ocean is so calm
I see only one silver streak
along the horizon
and the occasional
silver glint
spark
closer in
The Hawk Outpost 9:34am
The Swath Of Silver
Beyond My Post
Blinds Me To Its Essence
But Reminds Me
Of My Security
In My Lovely House
By The Sea
Summerville Beach August 17th 4:04pm
The Female Or-
gasm Is The Sound Of Un-
iversal Sea Shore
–
Summerville Beach August 18th 10:15pm
drinking my 3rd cup of coffee
with wave upon wave
The Light Of Silver
follows me
out on the water
into my view
into my veins
The Hawk Deck Rail 10:11am
I See The Silver
On The Water Bold
The Air Is Clear
The Fall It Holds
I Stand Beside My Rail Dear
To Right Away The Strife
I Fear
Is This The Moon
Or Is This The Sun?
It Doesn’t Matter
For I Have Won