Little Auguries
The vast summer's distillate of cloud
poetry
Rowing into the Glades
I had pledged myself to rescue princesses
Untitled
Why can't I let you be?
In the Garden
Around the house the firing is sporadic, desultory,
Quinquagesima
Cut grass, crocus and sickly hyacinth.
Morning
As a fish
Ephemerae
This ant on ceiling distracts
The Laws of Permanence
One footprint in millions
Open window
It is true, the door was closed.
I want to read this to you
Is the language of happiness agile
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