You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
I’m turned about so much
we don’t connect to the guidebook
in my hand
across from Brooklin
on Blue Hill peninsula
wooden boat school renown
and the magazine
I’m so turned around
the overnight air was humid
we thought the early morning sun
was the moon
we could look at straight
like the nearly full moon
With the ocean in view, this lawn appears impeccable.
As you see, our waters aren’t always deep blue.
Some folks use the striking weed in cooking.
Maine Coastal Heritage Trust
This pristine 1820’s home on Green Street overlooks Castine Bay.
The statue, a leftover from a television series set in the town, really does look much better in the yellow slicker than the blue-gray one before. But he still doesn’t look like any of the real characters I’ve encountered living here.
Just up the coast from us, what I’m told is a Canadian research vessel.
It’s what many people expect when they come to Maine, but rarely like this.
the lobster feast, of course
I had two and a hot dog
and a watermelon slice
skipped the kabobs and corn-on-cob
the cream-colored tamale
quite tasty, delightful
the obscene excess of two lobsters
without formalities
just rip and crack
imbibe
memories of Chaz telling of arranging such feasts
who as a biker in Maine
ripped the tails off
and tossed the rest
my, how I still miss him
Jnana's Red Barn 