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Acrylic on Canvas, 1976, 30×40

What? Weeds? / what is he saying? / Life? / yeah, so what / my house is cold! 

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 1998, 18×24

Morning fog matches my thoughts / short, shapeless, veiling reality / with a beauty of its own 

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Acrylic on Canvas 2002, 30×40

Pale Rider slips / past the veils, fishes / this vortex, hooks / into eternity

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Acrylic on Canvas 1975, 32×38

Relaxation / another day to eternity / Hell for leather civilization / I love and fear / where has your day gone? / and Walt – poor glorious Walt – / with so many hopes for both of us / and what would he think? 

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Acrylic on Canvas 2003, 30×40

Silence skims a calm tide / muted gullcall, soft waters / no engine yet breaks the spell / I am grateful for one other / who thus respects this morning

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Acrylic on Canvas 2004, 30×40

Spring inspires hope / in spite of the actual chill / this time it will all be, different / by October, we know better

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 2000, 22×30

Sentinel for hours / as the light grows stronger / nowhere to go, nothing to do / danger a forgotten concept / habits die hard 

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Acrylic on Canvas ,2001 30×40

cycles circles in the morning / ripples diminishing outward / old grass weaves into memory / the self-renewing rosy fingers of dawn, / signal circadian, seasonal, now

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Acrylic on Canvas ,1975 40×40

Bicycling on Boston esplanade 

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Acrylic on Canvas ,1999 36×64

Canopy of trees / marches into autumn winds / we shall never be so young again / I am too old to play / almost too cynical to cheer / never unable to enjoy / these passions, hopes, and dreams