maine

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acadia hiker,
stops to fish and swim, halfway
halifax t'd.c.
(3-10)

th'way she says "lobster," 

bath lifeguard knows where she's from,

in this case, out west

(12-14)

maine trucker, home f'r fourth -
grinding gears through town, needs t'share
the taste of moxie
(12-13)





last tourists have gone -
leaves litter bar harbor streets,
sea breeze brings a chill
(3-10)






monson's fifty miles,
fallen leaves cover the trail -
moose watches from bush
(3-10)





six shades of orange -
bricks, leaves, sunrise reflection,
banks 'f th'androscoggin
(7-05)






aroostok woodsman
understands apple-drunk moose
but not clearcutters
(7-05)





twelve steps into maine -
crunch of leaves fills woods for miles,
winter's silence looms
(4-10)





path to katahdin-
last leaves fallen, pack weightless
breath vapor vanished
(10-09)







an aroostok moose
eats apples this time of year
gets drunk and surly
(10-08)





close to katahdin,
through-hiker, basho in hand,
envisions fuji
(12-13)





single road snakes up
into quebec - monson store
closes for saints' day
(9-10)





warm pizza, old bug
icy saco road driveway,
vacationland tags
(1-07)





train station feeling -
in saco, downeaster,
bitter front stall out
(12-13)





frozen gravel pokes
tired feet, a salt-lined pack leans
on bath exit sign
(1-07)






'roostok cabin fire
's burned the same wood for eight months
no dent in the pile
(9-10)

woke up one june night,

small french town, st. johnvalley,

still not sure 'twas real

(12-14)

bath shipyard in june -
years to build and prepare it,
one day to embark
(12-13)
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