poetry
Caution: Undertow
Do you fear the deep?
Off Course (To a Ski Champion Injured in a Race)
The shriek of speed dinned in his ears,
Funeral
My grandfather was buried on a day
Out of Westerly
Water thrashes, a speckled flash in sun,
The Moth (for Jim Scully)
The structure of this house,
Lost
Poor Milton! Can you ever see
Perpetual Myth
How like a great bird--your dark
Equinox
Seeking to touch the disturbed air,
As I Lay Alone
I heard a sound escaping
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