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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 married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
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…
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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