The Great Grey Owl
The German for the species is bart kauz
poetry
This being the Case
One can not pray for a free thing;
Angelic Salutation
Out of ether halothane and drugged-down brain-sate they gave me q.i.d,
My daughter imitates A.Y. Jackson's "Road to Baie St. Paul"
The life locked in pastoral: Ramshackle barns the colour of varnish,
Even Gershwin
Even Gershwin in his run of rhapsody
Bloom
For one week in late June, the ocean full.
Red Currant Jelly
We've got our backs to the wind;
'Beginning the World'
First burial: my doll. The second
You said I should write more love poems and
I said, I'm sorry, but I've been thinking about
Striking Distance
Beak resting like a sickle
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