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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they