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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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