And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole

I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich

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

Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:

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

My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride

Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.

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

Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?

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…

Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk