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All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
One failure on Top of another
The reason to be autonomous is to… a cleared instrument, ready to act… the moral realm and actual conditi… needs to be done and to do it: fin… best, if it works out, but if, lik…
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,
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
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 drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
The saints are gathering at the re… places, trying tough skin on sharp conscience, endurance in the hot spots– searching out to define, come up
Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…
Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…