Saturday, June 13, 2015

Connecticut

mango, pocketknife,
church lawn - litchfield knows he's not
episcopalian
(1-14)





camping in th’pachaug
he welcomes th’rhododendron
from his southern days
(2-16)






steamy bridgeport morn –
short hitch t’ th’countryside, but first,
wake th’drunk in th’doorway
(2-17)





new haven fiddler –
loves th’city ‘n its outdoor life,
just outside its pull
(2-17)




grew up in groton
summers she’d watch subs ‘n th’harbor,
‘n’ guess what they would think
(2-17)


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windows down ‘n’ westbound –
through danbury ‘n’ they feel th’yoke
‘f containment, lifted(11-17)






lonely stretch of eight -
locusts' shrill protest, that he'd
walk to western mass
(1-14)






cross th’line at union,
look forward t’driving ‘n’ camping,
th’little states b’hind them
(11-16)






through hartford westbound,
switch drivers without stopping,
th’old rodeo trick
(11-16)





bridgeport exit weeds
‘n th’shadow of th’old mill, he sews
th’patches on his jeans
(5-15)







new canaan car wash
scrubs august earth off license,
constitution state!
(10-08)




hates th'insurance biz -
tavern on avon's main street,
lifts glass t'hopeless sox
(10-14)







tavern in avon
trag’dy of comic proportions
when th’sox’re on th’telly
(9-17)






up seven through kent
long day ‘f slow ‘n’ careful rides, but
he’ll find th’color line
(9-16)








leaves peak on th’merritt
problem with working wall street,
take th’job home with you
(9-16)






kettletown, southbury
th’ordered world can’t contain th’park’s
explosion ‘f color
(2-16)





th’cashier sells hope, at
th’meshantucket casino –
out here, th’leaves ‘re changing
(6-15)





th’deep blue ‘f shewville brook,
th’bright leaves – th’certain doom, she says,
something y’get used to
(6-15)





stonington exit
bed ‘f leaves ‘n’ acorns seems better
than th’steady take ‘f th’game
(6-15)





truckbed of pumpkins
old vet plans t’spend what he makes
‘t th’new haven bookstore
(10-15)









th’holy month, november
through th’connecticut woodlands,
t’take th’stepvan t’ th’ashram
(11-16)







serves tea ‘n th’old step van,
th’bridge, in fact, colder than th’road
he sees they’ve crossed th’thames
(4-17)







old mystic hiker,
pot of pine needle tea: first
frost
melts with sunrise
(10-08)







tells ‘f old new england –
first frost on th’stone walls, th’two-lane
road t’cathedral pines
(6-16)






road t’cathedral pines
th’autumn morning fog’s set in,
‘n’ he tries t’feel his feet
(9-17)






just past danbury,
sunrise through valley's wood smoke -
a voice says: don't leave
(5-13)






groton trucker's horn,
celebrating pats' vict'ry -
rest stop clarion
(10-08)







leaves turn peacefully
but wall street and its culture -
just down the merritt
(7-05)






halfway down th’merritt,
he pulls over – th’leaves ablaze,
wall street but a dream
(9-17)





pequot gamer says
lot less snow up here these days -
lot more rusted cars
(2-10)





first snow, danbury
th’town, so peaceful ‘n’ orderly,
but here’s th’westbound ramp
(9-17)






grew up in bridgeport
great tight end but took some hits,
convicted ‘f murder
(9-17)







housatonic frost –
campfire against th’chill, burns th’times,
metro section first
(11-16)






light snow ‘n’ th’sounds ‘f th’ski lift –
works th’holidays ‘t powder ridge,
‘n’ always a bit down
(10-17)











hutch river to th’ryes –
getting one’s mind prepared
for the holidays
(5-15)






tiny town ‘f noank
th’harbor, ‘n’ th’reflection ‘f hundreds
‘f illuminaria
(11-17)





up on th’hutch river,
th’bug stops in th’blizzard – it’s warm,
th’guy’s a bit too nice
(5-16)






ice storm hits th’city –
whole town sells insurance, ‘n he’s
back ‘n asylum hill
(10-17)






asylum hill cook –
th’feast is f’r watching th’rose parade
‘n’ for forgetting th’past
(6-15)







asylum hill feast –
long as there’s food ‘n’ it’s cooking,
they c’n go watch th’rose bowl
(11-16)






signs for old mystic
even in th’worst of ice storms,
feels he’s being watched
(2-17)






danbury blizzard
‘n th’silver mirrors – this trucker’s
heading f’r th’tappan zee
(10-16)



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road t’cathedral pines,
ice storm’s glazed th’stone walls – th’guy rails
‘bout homophobia
(10-17)






powder ridge ski lift
gears grind, heart heals painfully
eternal delays
(10-08)







tea served in step-van,
bridge freezes where ninety-five
crosses thames river
(10-08)








poet's glasses crack
'tween pack and icy road sign
at avon junction
(10-08)






housatonic woods
campfire crackles against chill
bitter march morning
(10-08)







choose to be patient,
sheep will move when weather breaks,
quaker hill back road
(10-08)





algonquin campfire
breakfast - the blackest coffee
to thaw the late freeze
(3-10)





u-conn hoops champ says
campus comes alive in march,
no town to speak of
(1-07)






from east philly t’storrs
impatient with th’old stone walls,
‘n’ th’spring that takes so long
(2-17)








told ‘bout th’free church ‘f space –
but it’s pentecost, f’r th’litchfield
episcopalian
(10-16)







sandy hook parents –
spring ‘n th’housatonic valley,
‘n’ th’most profound ‘f sadness
(6-17)







kinds ‘f mountain laurel
nipmuck, she says, has its own,
‘n’ then points out th’bullseye
(11-16)






shrewd eye ‘f th’nipmuck lass –
whole field of mountain laurel,
‘n’ she can find th’bullseye
(9-17)

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