Creek
Green water, tree mirror, the steadfast white spruce stare
poetry
High Wire
What the hell, says Karl, back on the wire
from "Trapeze"
Siamese Twins to Wed Escape Artist
To See a Crescent
I have seen some nineteen hundred crescent moons,
The Watchers
don pietro lucia of padua, who having peeredat mars through galileo's telescope, swore to
VEIXE
My first alphabet, this code, melodic and martial, a signature for a sergeant
Quartz Crystal
It rests among the other stones on my desk--small chunks of granite, wafers
Frigate Bird
in other words, the art dealer of the avian world,
Handkerchiefs
I and four damask tablecloths excepted,
Ego Solution
I think, therefore I am.
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