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Unworldly wind, and dark the midnight forest. So cold the branches click like antlers. Beyond that, not much to know.In the black of nothing phantom bucks battle _____________________________________* please scroll down \/
Skunk-cabbages that yesterday were green napkins folded to stand upright,now forge the bog, swarm the wooded hillside . . .across the path a snake too cold to care ________________________________
After the Spade
Tossed and meant for the field, but hanging looped and limp from an apple bough, the snake's carcass.after the spade three inches and the tongue still flickering __________________________
ladies gathered for a garden tea and gossip irises in bloom
And in the summer breeze these now beige irises seem to nod and whisper, and if you listen closelythe faint rattle of tea cups. ____________________________
________________________________His first day home on the farm, unscathed by combat, he loses an arm to the combine harvester.last night a sister's auburn hair this morning white ________________________________
________________________________Bright days, hand-in-handwhat a friendship we had then! You said, "The river is shampooing its hair," and we played Pooh sticks from its bridge.that glint in the forest - where did it go? ________________________________
The Home Front
A lone bumble bee patrols a hole in the ground. Kill it and soon there's another. How am I to finish painting the house?
war and the rumors of war - still the routine of bee and clover ____________________________
I can still hear Herr Stein saying: " ... but it is a good F, in fact, if there was such a thing as an F+, that's what it would be."
at the nursing home explaining myself to a puzzled man . . . ________________________________
No name on a deed; no retirement coming; as for steady workforget it. Some think I live this carefree life. Maybe I do . . . maybe.on my palm this snowflake swiftly becoming . . . ________________________________
As the headlights touch her, her legs fold to unfold on the far side of the fence where she isn't . . . having vanished into thin dusk . . .gone - but the wonder of blood and spirit remains ________________________________
________________________________October sunrise looking out to sea everything ship shapeAnd on the beach, overnight sculptures of stone, stacked by unseen hands.
High and motionless, the hot-air balloon seems painted on the October sky. Its flame, the distant roar of a Chinese dragon.
so vivid - her fresh tattoo ________________________________
Like lavender weather on a blue-or-blush barometer, the chartreuse willow, in my neighbor's lawn, stands between two weathers.yellow willows blown back bring Laura ________________________________
Revealed as being himself, I hate a favorite uncle for not quite being my childhood hero.
talking of old times as dusk crowds the kitchen window winter lightning __________________________
On this one way street, where two slatterns grapple over what? the evening traffic circumvents, discreetly.
a flash of thigh taunts beyond reason ____________________________________
From Now On
She sleeps beside me bathed in moonlight. Saw what I saw, know what I know. Great sex still, but no heart for lovemaking.is this it? an empty canoe on a river slow as from now on ______________________
Another Take on Saturday Morning
Would like to be dark-haired, handsome, lean as a hickory, famous, and have a sense of well beingall on the same day.
greying at the temple and still "the poem" unwritten _____________________
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