Nantucket Nursery Rhymes

gardening back the perennial shade, no time or reason to follow these months into their graves. wandering whale songs through a nantucket wheather vain storm in the plow and bury the fishnet parable. a sower of seeds carries the mythic legend, the horse drawn mantle and the weary knuckle. but let the sea drown in its own sorrows, for there is a harbor of stories in the dry leaf bed of an old teacup on the porch. the ambient light of the colodial silver half moons, half shiverers and half tumbles down. an orchard of angelic promises in the sky nurtures and gathers every wool capped stone. near polar latitudes along the borders of a window pane freeze and keep out every unknown stranger. biblical knocking... pulling.. tears open and lets enter the seagulls half hearted charms.