Brooklyn Bridge
it was the Brooklyn Bridge, the river
poetry
New York
Under the multiplications
Song of the Stone Gabriela
Do not fearl the ways of God are strange,
English 2a
The professor sat in his wooden chair
La Flear de Malloney
Flame that flowered in all the hours
Far Out
Far out the water cracks and grows to ice
Rock Bloom
The mind, the pupiled eye, the hand, transposed
Hokku
Where now the flesh that
Two Haiku
Lifting pale green skirts
Dedication
I was born on a witches' day
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