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Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
You confide in me that you are lonely,
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’