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

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…

The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:

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

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

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl 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—

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

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