Wonders of pollination / Bees buzzing to songs / Hummingbirds sing / In harmony / To the percussion / Of butterfly wings
What is there about Martha’s Vineyard / That urged a friend of mine from Lebanon / To say, “I don’t want to die without seeing / Martha’s Vineyard.”
He stepped into / big shoes / and filled them well / Sean walked in them / until they fit / his own feet.
I wrote about hawks once before when they were nesting and feeding their fledglings.
Lonely rectangles
Squeeze our souls
Stacked one on top of another
Slid into moveable vessels
For Platt, my brother.