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

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

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

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

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

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

And the place was water Fish fowl flood

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

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

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

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.