Listening on the Back Steps
You're glad when one world from your keyboard
poetry
Lost Footnote from an Essay on Rhythm
Walking dulls a pinch in the shoulders, sharpens a thought
Memory of a Friend
Through these same rusting girders these same stars
Eurydice
It's hot but it's almost November,
Architect Examining an Old House
It was a powerful dream - that there's one spirit,
The House
It must be I climbed a rise so gentle
Simile
As if you erased the city where the house
Lean-To
That afternoon we were at liberty
Ways to Bury the Dead
Those who work immense machinery,
Balance
His back to me,
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