Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
the Dogs Bay empty on a grey day
curves a wide scythe of sand
mimicked slopes of rocky hills dissolve again in low grey sky.
the Dogs Bay rings silver laughter a treasure of pearls
beautiful daughter darts like a needle between sea and sand
strangers no choice, stopped in their tracks , infected smiles.
not since the Indian Ocean where she learned to walk
not since Cape Cod where she learned her heritage
not since Cape Breton where she learned of treasure
has she now Connemara remembered