#529. walk before bed

January 20, 2012

off season
the river and the moon
paint me in night in chill wind chime
out on the pier thrusts my walking mind
upon the harbor one ghost sail raised for home
the planks the pilings the broken tangled gear weathered 
seen off through gathering fog by myself and the golden hound

#200. gold as honey

March 13, 2010

sunday walk
in the sun
march
new york
my dog spots
a wild turkey.
in battery park.
she was all for giving
thanks
immediately.

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