My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun

Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in

The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole

My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe

I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—

Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people

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…

Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:

He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood

The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done

Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?