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

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

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

Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.

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

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

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

My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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…

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