City be Tall
Mere unto mere the stature of cities;
poetry
The Twilight is Fiction
The early dark
Garden
Pre-domesticated instincts;
Pastoral
There is a longing in the life of country
The Penitent
When I beseech my mind to think of you
Thoughts Under an Oak
Tired of waiting the inconstant breeze
Cloudjumper
Cloud was not no furry little
The Slave Coast
Here, where confusion flowered in the rains,
Girl in the Window
Beyond her window she sees lights
Girl
The dancing two dimensional tree
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