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

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…

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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—

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