Epistle
My sister wrote me
poetry
For My Green Old Age
Your eyes, lips, voice:
Bicycle Pump
The idle gods for laughs gave man his rump;
Index (2nd Series): II
I think therefore I may be
Poem for a Long-Gone Lover
Lonely is a razor blade
Remembering Charlie, a Jet Pilot who Crashed
I ask myself just why
St. Martin de Canigou
We took the short way down. Julie was waiting
Note on Heraclitus
the voice in the presence of others
The Sunflowers
In August
Ascent of Mt. Etna, Sicily
At noon sundail, our scooter's shadow
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