Spring Morning
The day
poetry
Prayer in March
If there are moonstruck tides and sands
Lilith
I would for beauty of face
The Spring Park
Blow down, wind, and let the sun take over.
Snails
They trailed a rainbow across the cement
The Dark-Grey Thumb
If you will make a garden,
Nun on a Beach
Birds, black or white, both;
Sea Widow
Killdeer brown and brindled white-stripe beach she walks,
Poem
Like the black iron steps
The Coiled Heart
No road in existence strikes such terror
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