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

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

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

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

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.

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

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

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

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—

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

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