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Juniper Harbor is a fictitious port somewhere in Buzzards Bay. Here, and with leeward notice from John Langstaff, we took the last half of “Pay Me My Money Down” and somehow made it more about the rum drinking and less about the stingy blind boss. Modest Model speaks of an arousing and simple joy; the scarce-as-hen’s-teeth-glimpse of one’s wife wearing only bra and pants. To F.M.E. is a love letter, originally thought of as an expression of close interconnection with the authors husband as he was over seas during WWI. However, it’s dated April of 1910, some seven years before the U.S. entered the war. As it turns out, he was on a business trip to the West, shopping for wool. Cape Cod Girls tells us why the “plain and skinny” girls of Cape Cod have had a peculiar and lasting effect on sea-goers for many years. Remarkably, so do cats whose tails have frozen off. Racoons considers the praises of baby racoons as pets. I‘ve seen Grey Gardens and frankly wouldn’t have thought that racoons make for such cunning companions. Nonetheless, the convincing detail of Helen and her pets relationship is rather curious and cunning. February 14th, 1910 is a breezy salute to the national day of love. A sharp-shooting cherub travels to Milton, Massachusetts to bless an unsuspecting union. Starlings are seen here as a nuisance of nature. At times, big trouble comes in a precious package, and the Starling reminds us of that. The Skunk is a sad caution for any animal who is so inclined to venture along the roadway. Though it’s with good intentions, “to cross the street, his smelly mate to meet”, unfortunately, it’s a lose-lose decision for everyone, resulting in a flat skunk, a lonely skunk and a permeation of that all too-familiar smell. Islesford is a small island off the coast of Maine. To say “I’ll even miss the kitchen stove” is showing great restraint. Shangri-La, indeed. Coon Dope, is another poem regarding racoons. These critters were pretty special to my great grandmother, and I’m going to take her word for it. The Garden Door is a botanical and clear-eyed look at perhaps the most perplexing and haunting event we meet. Leave Her Johnny is about a time when you will greet the old pier-head and prove your ocean legs will learn to love the grassy land again. 

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