.. They Call It Turtle Cove ..
What I’ve been doing?
working on my dock
terracing slopeland for
boxed steps made from
two by fours carved and set
into canal soil with
aloe plants showcased ’round
boxed, steps, leading down to
shoreline dock I built
at water’s edge where
through water’s window from
where we stand see
tiny fish and
many turtles, a baby gator one day!
The fishing line with
rod and reel
stands over there
waiting for the time
when young hands learn
to use it.
.. Sight Breaker Heart Breaker ..
I built a
‘sight breaker’ to
hide natures pile of debris
I add to constantly at the
back corner of the
the fronds of palm and banana, slash pine
needles, fair size limbs, nice looking pine cones from
fifty feet pines ,
(squirrels who feed on
pine nuts hardly ever seen),
I either burn just for fun or use to
fuel more s’mores for Becky.
I mulch the needles with the mower and
spread them fine
among the aloes, ferocious foes appearing yet
most beautiful healing plant in fearsome disguise
a helpful friend
that I adore.
I put them around the pines
along the paths aligned
designed with rip rap in mind
the best way to hold the soil
you’ll find them where
sandy soil needs support, holding it in place
by various means from many sizes
calcified shells of limestone each piece heavy with
Its own density at work within
whatever space it occupies, steady and
.. I Tried To Make Soil One Day ..
I tried to make soil one day at the
corner of the yard that
leads on down to the
canal where there’s debris I
I call it my compost heap
which, is a lie.
One day I carved out an eight by eight plot,
threw down some black dirt and cow manure
staked it out with four by fours and repurposed two by fours thinking I’ll
make my own soil from scratch, with
lots of organic materials, I’ll gather and choose from this
jungle in disguise I live in and
make it located exactly where
I discard all my
yard debris. (killing two birds with
I try to make it look nice and
(I don’t think you can even see it!)
So I don’t think anybody really
gives a shit.
Except those who are bothered by the
Word and nothing more since
no matter how you look at it
it’s still called
.. On the Dock/Arctic Winds ..
On the dock at times I find the
peace I’m looking for the
wind and trees joined as one
a gift I feel from
Arctic winds blown in from
where I come from (and
would rather be)
up there in that north country
where those air filled Arctic winds come
nicely heated along the way
their freezing gusts tempered by their
rush to blow all the way down here.
How often I feel them? Not nearly enough.
I wish I’d feel those air filled breezes
down here more often.
… Summer …
In Summer air most often down here dockside
canal water standing still,
reflecting white light from above
heat air water rising steaming upward
reflecting white sun above,
canal water raining upward all day!
coming down again and
day after day after
We call it Turtle Cove …