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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…
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
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…
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
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
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
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
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
Ten thousand women and I the only one
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?