Over Sixty
Like villains,
the shadows creep closer
with each new birthday...
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- Lady LuckPlease, take my feathers and my crown--ta...
- Church of the Holy ApostlesRed, yellow green--the ...
- Like tulips in our window boxes,the four poets sit...
- Dawn swoops like a hawkdevouring the shooting star...
- Over SixtyLike villains,the shadows creep closerwi...
- You are so turbulent river,so devious is your cour...
- AngelShe laughs andChrist bounds offmy bare crosst...
- April comes raw,yet with a song.Down-soft her robin.
- Fly sparrow fly,dart in and dart out,and sip,sip o...
- Forgotten basements,despite all their dark corners...
- Me and the rainwe lie down on earthbeneath the sky...
- CommunionSip her wine,kiss her mound,tongue her wa...
- Such hard bark that tree--I'm climbing still for a...
- An old man's fancy--always in love with tulipsand ...
- Unfinished Country SongWe never beganNo there was ...
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