Very angry, I walk
along the turbulent
Hudson river finally
resting on a wooden
dock. Its earthy,
pungent smell brings
me to sanity.

Hammered by a dream
I saw this morn's yesterday
in a sunny room

Very angry,
I walk along an
equally turbulent
Hudson river,
finally resting on
a wooden dock.
The acrid smell
of creasote brings
me back to sanity.

Enraged, I walk it off alongside
an equally turbulent Hudson,
finally settling an a dock. Like
a medicine, its creasote smell
brings me back to sanity.

precariously,
in water, standing on muck,
a lone crane fishes

boats furrow moonlight,
sailing to away places
her ripples still dance

cool, not yet winter,
dawn breaks with alacrity,
gathers my shadows

My eyes bloomed roses in
the campfires of my youth
we talked, talked the nights away
but the horses were already saddled-
the distance-the blowing waste of
ground zero.

small, sometimes scrawny,
the youth of the farmland pine
will light up Christmas