It is my dad's 90th birthday. Most people are not afforded that many years. He is in the Machias Hospital with demensia. I will never be ready for him to go. I love you father.
Nezinscot River. Not much of a river but she’s mine. Easing through the wilds of Maine, Zigzagging slowly down hills Into the Androscoggin, Nezinscot’s flat water wanders. Silver moon sparkles on her
Minnesota My map of Minnesota Is folded and creased, Narrow pencil lines follow Northerly routes and roads. Easing into St. Paul, Sunday morning suns Outline skyscrapers, Trailer trucks, dirty air And
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