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The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the ni…
The people of my time are passing… wife is baking for a funeral, a 60… died suddenly, when the phone ring… Ruth we care so much about in inte… it was once weddings that came so…
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby,
I know if I find you I will have… and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant… and over the hills of tall hickory and over the crater lakes and cany…
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
When you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
I don’t know somehow it seems suff… to see and hear whatever coming an… losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent
One failure on Top of another
The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I