conan

worn worn worn i wish
hed never been born
seeing him moan and groan
that his shows been taken and blown

opportunities for him
on the road again
leave a song about winning
like charlie sheen guy, stoned.

mi bad.
hi c m.

xoxo
c u soon

on a grey am

m i grey
on a dewy morn

from mohawk valley
november born

comin up on
seventhy four

writing poem for
gfy of yore.

wallis sands

hi tide crashers
gentle crashers

not bashing
just hi tide crashers

rollin along
baby surf callings

jenness 1st day

testing back

old folks there

couple set for the
day
w/ padded shairs

nearby smoker
very brown
turning

pair of stream ducks

salt marsh
lo tide

waddlers smug

in their
wild
togetherness

muddy stroll
ankle to knee water

oa duckpond

2 ducks waddling
village baptist church
kennebunkport