And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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?

My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…