* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through