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Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
