The Storm
Everything is moving on this day of wind,
poetry
To a Virgin
Purity is a white dragon with jade eyes
No Angel
No angel but the miller's grinning wench
Original as Water, Plain as Air
original as water
Poem
the far bliss home
The Apple Tree will not Bend Boughs
You will not see the apple tree
See the Fly
See the fly batter his body
The Catch
Who would have thought that one so warm to touch,
The Gull
Around my hand that holds him
Anticipation
The inertia of a white page
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