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

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

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

I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

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

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…

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

Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk