Insulations
I pour the milk, lactose-free
poetry
Canoeing the River St. John
Reeds hover on the brink
Paddling
The shine, the square of light on every leaf,
Extinction
One by one the step
Vacation
The ocean roams
In the Garden
Around the house the firing is sporadic, desultory,
Rowing into the Glades
I had pledged myself to rescue princesses
Untitled
Why can't I let you be?
Little Auguries
The vast summer's distillate of cloud
Quinquagesima
Cut grass, crocus and sickly hyacinth.
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