Pulling itself together in the shadow of St. Phillip Wayne Bailey, a real trooper, calms the crowd "It won’t be long, any minute now" Entertains with comments on passers-by who catch his eye And then when the crowd has worked itself into A frenzy of frustration The parade … [Read more...] about The Annual Essex 4th of July Parade
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Pappa
When you were dying And I had to come back home, I found one of your old maps folded neatly on The woodcarving bench. You had drawn a mark on it Where my house is In the Adirondack mountains. A little worn pencilmark That is me, Standing outside In the snow at night Looking back … [Read more...] about Pappa
The Transfer Station
Every town has a dump Some have credentials Many rooted in old habits All piled high with the Detritus of destiny The old making way for the new But here in Our Town We have a Transfer Station A place where Pass the trash and In for a buck is not a game Just a … [Read more...] about The Transfer Station
Inflatable Jesus
Inflatable Jesus Has lost some of his plumpness now Out on the door stoop The Holy family has dirty snow on their plastic garments The glowing hearts of the season long gone Fathers are going back to their offices, pale-faced After buying and buying and … [Read more...] about Inflatable Jesus
It Feels So Strange This
It feels so strange this Sitting in a small red house in the Northwoods On New Year’s Eve I go out side to look at the moon Squinting, trying to see those on the other side of the stars Who I am now, I do not know I would like to ask someone here Who knows me a … [Read more...] about It Feels So Strange This