Well, You Slow Wriggler
Well, you slow wriggler
poetry
House in Autumn
This colored wallpaper and the ladders,
Goddess
You are as beautiful as you seem to be,
Japanese Maple
The West became oppressive to me then!
The First Morning
The salt shore numb with lonliness,
Shes' Thinking Past the Willow Tree
Shes' thinking past the willow tree, where she walks,
Wideawake Water
Washing sleep away in a bowl of warm rain,
A Time to Dance
Master, is it time to dance?
Sixpence
My thumbs prick upon consequence.
The Looking Glass
We have no mirrors in this house because
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