Fan Ogilvie
And when we come we won’t come softly
Finally You Don’t Come / Your return is temporary — just a few days / Or less.
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.”
For Platt, my brother.
If I should die before I wake, Show me the paths I love to take.
On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.