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When The Hurricanes Return

it must have been because
(not when)
the birds and my eyes fell from the sky

that I needed something to hold and
rode at dusk on Encuentro beach

sorrel tarantula running down
the cricket’s evensong

past girls with legs like herons basking
past boys with plantains in their hands

...

What a riding lawnmower would sound like with strait pipes?
Well today I found out.
I was helping mike mow the lawns and was riding a little red riding mower up to the barn (its kinda pointless to put it on the trailer for a 30 second drive) and all of the sudden it sounded like a harly was screaming next to me. I turn around and what do I see? The muffler of the mower staring at me.
It fell off. Not like jiggling around the engine off, O-F-F off. Laying on the ground off. ...

On the warm towpath
I finally took them out
of their sleek seductive case
and admired them.
A bright summer morn’
in the wilderness of the
country, halcyon days, they were;
trying to catch fish.

The bread punches; how
I held them tight in my hand,
feeling their comely nature:
Useful, yet refined.
Since I first saw them
in the fishing tackle shop;
to possess was ambition ...

A carapaced moon
Predatory silhouette:
Another victim...

Silently the sea rolls softly on the sand,
Gently carressing small wet shells that shine in the light.
Not far out i can see a ferry heading towards Land
And watch as the gulls on the rocks take flight.
I lift my camera and take some shots of Howth
To the north, Dublin and Wicklow to the South...
And i sit, putting my camera down, shrug off my coat
And let the warn sun touch my skin, a smile shapes my mouth.
The sand feels soft and gentle on ...