P.E.I.
a grain of sand (flecks off the Teapot)
upon Thunder Cove beach, many red-rock Inushuks
saluting the Gulf of St Lawrence, fields of iron-rich soil
full of potatoes for shipment off island
Canada’s smallest province welcomes
more than one million tourists (mostly to
eat lobster and visit Anne of Green Gables’ farmhouse)
© October 2019
When We Meet
unlike winter stars crisp clear cold connecting you and me
we are not joined though occupying the same space and time
no matter who we are and where we end up. I cannot hear
your thoughts, am blind to your actions as we lose
precious time arguing for no good reason. what have you
gained? Only sorrow.
© October 2019
Abashed Collecting
One ticket from a cruise along the Seine
Two decorated wooden shoes, filled with soil, used for tulips
Three coasters showing scenes of London in 1872
Four used tickets for the ferry from Jersey to Guernsey and back
Five postcards of Constable’s landscapes from the National Gallery
Six matchbooks from Munich restaurants (never used)
Seven menu cards for dinner aboard a river cruise up the Rhine
Eight decorative European teaspoons inherited from my mother
Nine pebbles taken (don’t tell anyone) from the shores of the Gulf of St. Lawrence
Ten graphic T-shirts so worn out I can’t tell where they’re from anymore
© October 2019
