Cape Cod 
     After Edward Hopper, Cape Cod Morning, 1950
Read my poem on MacQueen’s Quinterly. It begins

Most summer visitors to a beach
walk the sand, collect shells,
or admire sandpipers’ rush from ripples.
But Hopper lets none of this distract him…

Read The Old Man and the Sea in US1 Worksheets.  It begins

We saw him run
tall on his surfboard
following the wave curve
rush ahead of breaking froth,
till a long glide to the shore.

 On the rock jetty we cheered,
while perhaps thirty heads
looked on from behind…

Read Early Spring Biking the Lenape Trail in Tiny Seed  and in
Poetry of the Wild Flowers anthology. The poem begins

A green aura creeps into bushes. I inhale
          this in-between gap-time
flanked by fixed seasons, and resolve life         
          is too slow to précis,
to enscribe, as youth, middle age, old…