Lights all Night on Alcatraz
Lights all night on Alcatraz
poetry
Mountains, Plains and Rivers
Green cowboy of the wind, would you eat up the
Seascape
Now the net draws tighter,
Illinois Farm
The calf was born
At Bill Grover's
From a skylight window a thin, faint rainbow
Festival Japanese
The toy ballons ascending,
Always on Fridays
Always on Fridays
For a Dead Quince Bush
Leave the old quince
Who Said This Hour Had Died?
Machins hum on
Remembered Trifles
A wooden house
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