8/31

I would follow you if I could, g-d willing, or not.
I would follow you as ever I have, but would, are you
Near, or not.

8/30

It is true, I have run through the days, nights trying to understand.
And I do not; reamed as I have been by loss, emptied
Adrift, yet coping.

Coping with all you left me, the good and the not.
Today mowing, all that mowing, it hit: the best always will 
Be knowing you.

Yet also the flip: the worst in my life is because I knew you,
Knew and now here alone, I seek a new equilibrium to just
Remember the best.

8/29

An interlude here spanning what was into what is:
Good friends are here again and have their new silver home
Parked in the drive.

Interlude, the good times we four spent together.
Interlude, the alone time I know well, so appreciate
Interlude, time shared.

8/22

Staying here, staying here, I am doing it these days, staying here.
Maybe the longest time since....and being here, it is clear
I am alone.

Alone because I am too tired to get up and go as I have been doing.
Tired, so glad not to be driving, driving, tired but not able to do
Much around here.

Yet? Around here? Alone taked more time, efort and energy
While only giving back so much. For now, am too tired to
Change the equation.

8/10

So good this evening to see my drawings hanging in good company
In a good space. To do a demo, appreciated, to draw a good face.
Enjoy good hours.

8/7

With two friends drive north to Burlington where another 
Friend plays flute. Beautiful sound, after long hours, miles, shared
Moments of friendship.

8/2

A friend's brother marries this day, only legal now,
Even after thirty years of being together, today
Again love lasts.

7/30

Dropped off the work, drawings you never saw,
In a place that is delightful and good to show in.
Lunch was fun.

7/28

Spent the last few days gathering work 
To show in a few places. Little hope this 
Will bring returns

But I try, I try, I wish I could be more effective.
Hah, something I have never been, but
Still I try.

7/26

Tripped on a dog, and woke to a sprained foot
Tripped on myself and realize there is no one to help
Tripped on life.

7/25

Friends, dear couple, come visit, something for which
I am always thankful, because I do know that living here?
Few will come.

And truth, that is not totally the place’s fault.
Fault need also be accepted by me, for who will come
Visit? Not many.

7/18

Again I have driven, and driven, and driven,
I am glad to see my mother and wish I could see
her more often

But I live too far away from her, too far 
From all I love. Who do I love now, who will
love me back?

So this too hot day I drove away, drove back here,
to the last place we called home, where we had love but
not me alone.

7/8

A friend has bought her house, a wonderful place
A good place, she did so with ease. May again.
I find home.

7/4

Fireworks, walked to the neighbors, stood amidst the
The spray of sparklers, lights in the dark, as in childhood
Fire above water.

6/29

Finally I have walked the grounds of Winterthur,
Seen some of its splendors, have driven backroads the
Wyeths’ called home.

I paint, Dear, and slowly learn my craft. 
It is not always easy, getting out of my own way.
I miss us.