The Town That Never Lived
A town that never lived for draggin sorrow
poetry
Nightmare
I dreamed that I was pinioned by huge arms,
Rendezvous
The dawn-hour came and went. So did the cranes
Fugue # 4
A sudden car, backing into the night
Prayer for My Daughter
Like Yeats, I too desire you have
We Meet as Lanes Cross
We meet as lanes cross,
The Factory
Windows here and there against the hills
Communication
you
In a Town Built High
In a town built high on the limb of a tree
Epitaphs
He waited for tongues
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