Annual Renewal From An Ancient Porch

Winter winds could
only find us cold
on our old
and ancient porch
perched high here in our new air
searching here through our new words
The latest launch on,
off this roof porch in
an old haunt,
this chilly sleepy village,
Off this nest
.
‘
.
thanx Cedar Key

another scan

it starts up, ^ I stare up
at lit charts unclear to clear up
for me mystery this ghostly machine
Immense science I’m mostly wrapped in
Examined for finds in
a mans heart.
not fresh poetry
scientific not beautyfic
principle not miracle
guts by glove/ not guts for love