Once these were busy thoroughfares On a green and sunny day Water rushing up from the roots Processed food being carted away. This was an oxygen- processing unit, too, Till the air itself turned into fog, And the winter chill settled itself down To write…

Reclaiming the land, stone by stone Raising a path into the waves Where travellers may walk to shore And bring their wares from far away A weary process, to the sure Reclaiming the land, stone by stone Yet now that it’s done, it will stand…

It was abandoned long before we, ages twelve, eleven, nine gathered enough courage to walk through its open doorway some roof remained, sunlight freely illuminated what remained kitchen counter, enameled sink weathered, cracked-wood table, chairs one corner, mostly untouched by weather, time – stacks of…

The fields of sunlight-green go on forever, The ancient arch reveals the rural scene Containing countless shades of blue and green Each leaf and blade of grass defined but never Destroying harmony with one another But delicately balancing between Variety and unity of mien A perfect patch of land, in…