"Art"
The wicker basket
surrounds scented, colored, soaps
I wouldn't dare use
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- Dreamer of dreams,under the rifle treelong lost th...
- The dancing starswill still ride white steedsand p...
- The moon,filling my empty windowtawny yellowglides...
- They hang on a linein a cold November windmy red p...
- 1.Thanksgiving Day--as we sit to eata corn flaky s...
- November throws long,the short sun receives.Who am...
- Walking in the rain,my past a tugging fishhookon a...
- warm fleshin a darkened roomhark! the oldest trail
- The Mums,in tight formationsand gaudy uniforms,qui...
- Looking at Robert CreeleyRunhe sdlet the big ones ...
- "Art"The wicker basketsurrounds scented, colored, ...
- Daylight streams thruthe bathroom windowas I caref...
- The misty fearswet cardboard found in pilesyes Nov...
- Prince Charming (a la Barbara Guest)Mild these chi...
- "Sophmore"Milkweed spores,like white planets,blow ...
- "parade"Still pulled by the moonaround square city...
- Oceansfrequent the barswhere sailors drownundernea...
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