Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people

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

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…

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

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

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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…

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

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

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

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

I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—