The Great Anna
She was 40, not 30
poetry
Poem
Only those who are tired and old and worn
Infinity
Airfall through the trees
Figure Carved from Cherry Wood
The rude bowl you offer up
The Hand: for B.M.
to wear the whole cosmos like a conical hat
For Mallory
the geography is doubtful of the world
Regret
So many men are names, that once were men:
At the Ending, Scrimshaws
At the beginning when life foamed
Interior August
The day drops hot and blue
Saturday Winters
Where are the comic strip winters
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