Offshore Wind
His parents dreamed by a lake. An offland air
poetry
Morning in the Surf
Morning holds a sceptre
Sand Castles
Here on this glistening margin
The Adventurer
We walk along the great divider
The Answer
This is ebb and flow
Epitaph
They say I am dead.
Islanders
Would you guess from their broad greeting,
East Side
Hey lil' doll come dance wi' me,
Go Among the Lions
Go among the lions.
Sleeping Model
Sleep is a petrifying fountain.
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